Burdened Soul
So many things going on
My mind running in thought
No sleep schedule or appetite
Car and Debts eating me alive
Sometimes I wonder if I'll survive
Keeping to myself with reasons aside
Doing what I can to fix this cycle of my life
Trying hard each day not to hide behind pride
Fear of burdening others is what I think they see
So I'll just keep quiet about the things that I hide
And do the best I can until one day everything's fine
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