My shoulders are not strong enough to carry the weight of my world.
Sometimes my weakened knees give out and I crumble to the ground. Fall apart and breakdown crying, but will never let another soul know how I feel.
Is it not draining? Well ...of course it is.
But if I give up; I will die
...and I cannot be that selfish.
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PoesíaSome days are dark. Some are bright. Enjoy a collection of thoughts I tend to hide.
