Growing Pains
Sleep was no longer my friend
Work was piled beside me
thoughts "Could I last til' the end?"
My brain could no longer sleep
My eyes were as dry as cotton
My feet ached through my socks
Was this life what being an adult is?
"These pains are worth it." I think not
These pains will make you grow stronger
These pains will make you at peace
These pains, I can't take much longer
These pains, with growing, won't cease
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