Mea Culpa

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The sky used to weigh on me,

I carried every burden,

Every struggle,

My own,

My sisters,

My parents,

I had to carry them all,

And yet,

Given the opportunity,

I chose to run,

Rather than think,

So the sky crashed down on us all,

And it was all my fault. 

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