The taking of my empty hands..

I can no longer give further more.

I have given all that is left and you continue to take.

Why am I always the chosen one for misery.

When the worlds worst criminals thrive in mirth.

While I am surrounded by incessant obstacle ?

You take from someone that has merely a soul to spare.

You take from all of the ways you seek and take until I stand with my hands bare.

How can you exist and persist there.

Continuously watching me struggle and making my world persist in solidarity and trouble.

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