deal me out

too much pressure
the valve marked life is stuck
the days of independance
have been replaced by
numbers,deadlines and responsibilities

the line that separates right and wrong
is tilting slightly to the left
I see no light through this hole
I feel the weight on my chest

recollections of what if's and why's
only deepen the sadness
we live in the here and now
to deal with the sorrow and gladness

deal me out
I'll wait for a better hand
This is the best I could come up with.
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