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Nov 2011
The sadness grew until it became over weight and juicy with dignity, a belief that it belonged.
It hunched itself up into a mound
Which sat
Heavy and fat
Weighing on her shoulders
Absorbing her energy
Forcing her to hunch and stoop.
Where ever she went
She carried the desperation
She couldn't escape it.
It ****** slowly from her life
A leech drinking her soul.
Written by
Tuesday Pixie
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