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To pull my mind away
seems like such a chore,
wandering away to problems
that didn't seem real before.
They consume my every thought
unable to concentrate,
I remember when times were easy
my life was left to fate.
I was told I had to grow up
I had to become mature,
I didn't realize my actions
would affect my entire future.
Now my life seems hard
money out of reach,
waking every morning
feels like such a feat.