Sunday, February 16, 2025

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She’s over it 
The weight of the never ending 
Ever trifling spiral 
That cascades down, down, down 

Owe money for this 
Give money for that 
Fight to climb the ladder
Get knocked back 
Build a new rung 
Break the next 
It’s like she’s always climbing, 
But can never reach the end 

The goal is always higher 
Yet, the prize now seems so small 
She just can’t help but wonder 
Why she chose to climb at all 

The weight of expectation 
The rush of what could be 
She’s floating through the wreckage 
Of a life built on dying dreams 
Can she fight the current 
Can she swim on through the storm 
Of the ever pressing feeling 
That they’ll always ask for more 

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