rhyme.

problems I can't fix
are slowing me down
stumbling and falling
I just might drown
these new emotions
are crowding my head
aching from within
I can't get out of bed
like I'm lost in the street
the turns all look the same
can someone help me
or is this all just a game
too late to explain
my wet tears now dry
I wanted to write
but could only cry
it all seems the same
time's stuck in place
but we have to press on
keep running this race.

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