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Struggling
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A Love Who claimed it would be fun?
They need shooting with a gun!
It’s destroying all I want or try to be,
When all I’m doing is being me.
It’s hurting me to live,
When all I do is give.
It’s crushing me into nothing,
A bird that can’t sing.
It builds me up then knocks me down,
Is this how I earn my crown?
I can’t have what I yearn for,
Wishing it easy to ignore.
Feeling like a whiny bitch,
A boring constant itch.
A problem you can’t solve,
The person who can’t evolve.
Without a single friend,
I’d want it all to end.
