Strained

Updated on November 29, 2017
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Sometimes it gets too intense

That you can hardly breathe

It's suffocating, it feels like a trap

A mindset of catastrophe

Disastrous sense of responsibility

There's nothing to be done

Bliss is unthinkable

Fatigue is eating you up

Stressful days are coming your ways

Torn between giving up

Or continue slaying

Too amateur to be distracted

To dull to be focused

Nothing's right nor wrong

The way you wanted things

Does not guarantee freedom

It will always be a choice.

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