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The weight of your pain that she carries on her back weighs her down and suffocates.
Trully chosen chalices.
breaking from the insides
slivering underneath the pores.
Razors for sweat and lies for claiming burden, you are carried
Knees roughly baking, dropped upon the griddle of concrete
Sun and rays burning the outer shell.
Release her take your misery and set her free.
Let her dine on the fruits of her own destiny.
It is time for release.
Leave my earth alone.
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~Esen
What is everyone doing in my room?
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