The problem.

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The problem,
that's what I am,
a problem,
I constantly fail,
I let my emotions take all of me,
I let them control me,
and when I try to react
they even get more painful
and difficult to survive to.
People can't handle
the fact the they can't do nothing about it,
I'm just dying,
they should accept it.
Stop trying to save
the unsaveable.
I'll always be a problem.

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