Crying through the night.
Try as you might, little one.
With 20/20 hindsight.
Try as you might, but where will you go?
"Into the past, to see a glimpse of sunrise."
Lay in your bed, little one.
Eyes red; to that, no surprise.
Think of the others, little one.
Think of them, bringing glimmers of hope.
Think of the good in the people,
it's time to do what you're told.
But though you try, little one.
Nothing escapes the shatters inside.
"So what do I do?"
Try as you might, little one.
Try as you might.
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