I can’t stand the rain
I can only stand the sun
I can’t stand the pain
But I quite like the burn
I think I need assistance
Only now adulthood lurks over my shoulder
How do I ask for help
When I should have asked sooner?
The chore is found in the rest and in the stress
Nothing in me seems to have what it takes to complete this test
The hope I’ve cultivated since youth has grown into a sour fruit
Too bitter to be eaten and not yet ripe
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 8:36 PM UTC
I can’t stand the rain
I can only stand the sun
I can’t stand the pain
But I quite like the burn
I think I need assistance
Only now adulthood lurks over my shoulder
How do I ask for help
When I should have asked sooner?
The chore is found in the rest and in the stress
Nothing in me seems to have what it takes to complete this test
The hope I’ve cultivated since youth has grown into a sour fruit
Too bitter to be eaten and not yet ripe
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