Pulse
(beep)..(beep) is the rhythm my pulse goes.
It runs fast like a bullet train without the breaks.
When things get stressful, it goes faster and faster on the track.
Sometimes it feels like its going to derail or crash into a wall.
Will the pain ever end? Will the stress stop?
Who knows how much longer this train can go?
I just know I have to be brave on this long ride.
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