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It's too much to take,

I rush down the stairs,
I run away,
I always run away.

But how can I fight,
Something I don't know,
But how can I fix,
Something when I don't know what broke.

This is not complaining,
This is begging,
This is begging you to tell me,
This is apologizing for not knowing.

— The End —