The pressure of the world falls onto me
The pressure I allow falls onto me
I am the pressure that falls on me
I learn to carry myself
Before I allow to someone to carry me
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The Atrium
PoetryAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul
Heavy
The pressure of the world falls onto me
The pressure I allow falls onto me
I am the pressure that falls on me
I learn to carry myself
Before I allow to someone to carry me