Sometimes my soul feels too heavy for me to carry, so I let it drag behind me like a bleeding broken millstone my whole being strains to lift out of the filthy gutter of despair to no good avail. Somedays my strength is just gone and I can't even pretend. Smiles are beyond my capacity. One foot in front of the other seems like an impossibility. I try to keep my eyes on the horizon but the ground beneath me is all I can focus on and frankly seems like a perfectly good place to just lay down and die. Sometimes it feels like I am already gone, it's just the world hasn't gotten around to realizing it so I just let go and it feels right, to embrace the pain. Yes, and let it rip this damn fabric of reality and let me peak beyond the edge, to places I didn't think I could exist in. Sometimes the pain it reminds you that you are alive, with every ache of your heart, with every labored breath you fight to pull into your lungs.
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Semicolon
PoetrySemicolon - Where the author could've ended the sentence but decided to keep going. The author is you and the sentence is your life.
