Why me, why anyone?

Every minute of everyday is a war.
Every minute of everyday leaves me sore.
I forget my pride,
or maybe I just cast it aside,
as my shaking bady falls to the floor.
I feel frozen to the very core.
Why me, what have I done?
Why me, why anyone?







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