Life burns many who think they have control
but really it just lets you patrol
the path it gives you to follow.
Leaving you to wallow
in the self regret
it causes making you feel the debt
you have to pay for soon.
So you find the room
at the end of the tunnel,
A funnel for the hate to escape into the debate
you have with others
that may derive
from the pain
felt from the strain
of life.
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