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For the burden of a weight that pulls wrinkles on your forehead, pulls your heart and lungs into your throat, but won't pull your eyelids closed. For the people who carry it, so they can see the weight in everyone else too, and know they're not alone. Sharing the thoughts of anxious, sad, downright exhausted mind burned out at college and at heart.
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