It's heavy.
On my body.
My loneliness.
I can feel it.
In my heart.
And my head.
And my chest.
I can feel it.
And it's heavy.
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Scattered Thoughts
PoesiaA small and scattered collection of prose relating to daily observations, feelings, and struggles
Heavy
It's heavy.
On my body.
My loneliness.
I can feel it.
In my heart.
And my head.
And my chest.
I can feel it.
And it's heavy.
