BLINDED PATH
Tides of pressure cover her weak body
With swells of her personal defeat
Crushing any aspiration she once possessed
Society and conformity leading her path
Into the depths of pre-determined destiny
Whether the pawn is forced or willing
Bitterly she lowers herself
In a grave much deeper than six
Numbness dulls the collapse of her lungs
Beneath the piles of text
But lately she's been thinking
That if only she could stop the bleeding
She might be better off than she thought
Killing her dreams and accepting defeat
Could do a world for warfare
Her verses the hierarchy of measuring success
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