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It sits in my stomach / Resting, waiting. Unsolved, / But not unwarranted. A problem. It stirs / it bristles as it sits up and stretches. Yawning / pandiculating. It's awake. \ It begins to gnaw. Eating you alive from the inside. Encompassing the whole of your mind. Focus. Focus. Focus. You can't. You run. You can't. You hide. You can't. You breath. You can't. You can't. You can't. It is there. It lives on. It cannot die. It thrives. It grins. You collapse. It wins.
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Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
The Nature of Problems
It sits in my stomach / Resting, waiting. Unsolved, / But not unwarranted. A problem. It stirs / it bristles as it sits up and stretches. Yawning / pandiculating. It's awake. \ It begins to gnaw. Eating you alive from the inside. Encompassing the whole of your mind. Focus. Focus. Focus. You can't. You run. You can't. You hide. You can't. You breath. You can't. You can't. You can't. It is there. It lives on. It cannot die. It thrives. It grins. You collapse. It wins.
I have no trouble with problems that relate to others, for those I can solve. The ******** are the ones you have with yourself, simply because no one can help you. Or at least that's what you think.
drizzt
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Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
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