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 Aug 2017
Alex
5
There is a heavy weight
In the center of my soul

It never leaves,
Only feels light from time to time.
When it becomes too heavy,
I drown in an ocean of darkness
I’m all too familiar with but never got used to.
Never something that felt comfortable.

I’m afraid that if I let you tread the dark with me,
You’ll come out the other end with too much of my baggage
Hanging off of you

— The End —