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I am the problem when the rope is too tight to cut. I am the problem when your doubts gnaw at you and push you to the edge of something bitter. I am the problem when you want to protect your fractured frame and think I’m getting in your way. I am the problem when you don’t want to see a different color. I am the problem when you are ashamed of your unlived years. You are my problem when there’s a constant war between two parts of me, and I can’t get out of this mess without hurting you. So who is going to solve us when life looks like a city we’ve never walked before, and a puzzle left unfinished and I still don’t know which way to go.
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Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 8:20 AM UTC
Unfinished Map
I am the problem when the rope is too tight to cut. I am the problem when your doubts gnaw at you and push you to the edge of something bitter. I am the problem when you want to protect your fractured frame and think I’m getting in your way. I am the problem when you don’t want to see a different color. I am the problem when you are ashamed of your unlived years. You are my problem when there’s a constant war between two parts of me, and I can’t get out of this mess without hurting you. So who is going to solve us when life looks like a city we’ve never walked before, and a puzzle left unfinished and I still don’t know which way to go.
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Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 8:20 AM UTC
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