Race Against Death
Sitting,staring at my blank wall nothing there just the stained paint that should be stripped
away like the burdens I am bearing.
Why carry all this extra weight it like running a race in concrete not moving forward fast
enough.
Why cant I shed this weight, this pain
Is life full of lessons that we repeat until we learn from them or does someone have a sick
sick sense of humor.
Does it matter if your the one going through life with the burdens you have put one yourself.
You really cares its your life do what you want let go of the past or carry it the rest of your
life and
start your slow death.
Now there is hope you realize love and it gives you strength now you moving..shed the pain,
where are you going. Does it matter as long as you have life and love. For death follows us
all but it's the ones that quit that death catches up to.
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