Just This Time
Everywhere I go it follows me
I did not do anything
Nothing
It is hard to get a grip
When the walls are thick
And the bars are big
And the roads are slippery
It is hard to breathe
I think I might cry, but
I don't, I won't
I'm too fragile
I might break into pieces
I shudder to think I might miss it
This feeling is so shallow
My grip is starting to falter
I want to stop
Stop ignoring my problems
Stop thinking of the future
And do what I have to today.
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