sometimes the burden of carrying this heavy heart of mine becomes too grave
sometimes the relentless echoes of my venomous thoughts are simply too much to take in
sometimes my own presence becomes too much for me
sometimes my whole being becomes too much for me
I hope I don't sometimes become too much for you too
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the hurting / the healing
Poesía[ poetry bundle ] If there's anything I've learned these past 20 years, it's that life is never perfect. Some days are harder than others. Some days I feel so utterly happy that I fall in love with being alive. Others I feel so empty and tired it se...
