Poetry / Promise

I made a promise one day, still feeling effects
It wasn’t the best cause then the tears came next
Couldn’t handle the stress, in my head where my thoughts rest
Didn’t do what I said, so now its my turn to clean up this mess
I’ll try to change, become different, figure out a way to solve this
Yeah I’ll try, but somewhere along the lines, I might break my promise…

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