Sometimes it feels like I am an anchor
Accidentally pulling down the people I love
Bringing down the mood
Making people's days dark
It's not something I plan on doing, and it's something I don't quite know how to stop
Because how can I smile when I am barely able to breathe
But how can I crush them with the weight of my problems
Better to push it down
Better to hide
Better to not be the anchor holding them back
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Through My Looking Glass 🔬
RandomDie wêreld deur my oë, somtyds onderstebo. Ek skryf my siel uit, wanneer die trane die woorde na my stoep toe bring.
