When it rains it pours.
It pours my time out.
It poors my bank account.
It pours gasoline on my soul.
By drips and drops,
It runs out of control.
I duck more trouble, but none flies
past.
Life hits me, and I swing back.
All know now's hard and fast,
That humans were not built to last,
and soon I find me on the ground,
As down are reaching hands of friends,
But all I need is left alone.
I can't truly get up except on my own.
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