I am a lot to handle
Not to you maybe , but I know I am
I feel the emotions fade
For I am a crooked tree on the brink of breaking
I am but a weeping willow awaiting its rot
You do not understand this, nor do I
Yet here we are, you assuming that I was something that I am not
And me existing as the rotting willow I am
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 3:47 PM UTC
I am a lot to handle
Not to you maybe , but I know I am
I feel the emotions fade
For I am a crooked tree on the brink of breaking
I am but a weeping willow awaiting its rot
You do not understand this, nor do I
Yet here we are, you assuming that I was something that I am not
And me existing as the rotting willow I am
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