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Sometimes its hard for me to hold up,
All I want to do is give up.
It's easy to quit,
I am tired of trying, I admit.
Why is it so hard to achieve?
I am somehow turning into a peeve.
I scream I cry, I become quiet,
I am exhausted from my inner riot.
Can I take a break?
I can take no more, for God's sake.
Give me a second to breathe,
For I want to escape this seethe.
I am making it worse, not better,
As if I am played by a bettor.
Running away, I know, is for a coward,
What if I am not a froward?
Is it okay to feel like a withered sedge?
Because I am running over the edge.
The fire inside me is going to extinguish,
And all I want to do is relinquish.
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Rambling of an Introvert
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