generational trauma
Their words get me inflamed their actions bequeath me stuck between a rock and a hard place
I want to break the cycle of hate not lift my wicked finger against a dependent fate
I struggle helpess to save just one powerless soul
the only thing I simply can do is not continue the cycle to be true
here I am fall colored leaves joyful and serene
turned dreary and dead flowers shriveled up but hey atleast theyll grow again
with all my might and soul I will not tick this wretched toll on every painful clock I own
id sooner be dammed then let that hearts blood flow
generation after generation leaving anger in its wake ill flip the coin this fate I choose not take
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