Thursday
I don't think the people of the world
realize how much they put on our
backs. How much of their lost
luggage we pick up and carry
around out of the good of
our hearts (or not) and
how many garbage bags
we drag around filled
with the trash they've
thrown on the
ground so
carelessly.
It gets
heavy
you
know.
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Post Meridiem
PoetryI'd do anything to save myself. Hell, I'd even change the world.
