Same Old Problem
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Category : Poems
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I don't know how much longer I can keep on fighting.
This internal noose feels like it just keeps tightening.
Sometimes I ask myself, am I even worth saving?
The question of thought becomes somewhat draining;
So, these days, it mostly feels like it's always raining.
I dont know how much longer this tune might keep playing.
So these words, I'mma just keep typing;
Because right now there's a little fuel left to start burning.
