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Jul 2017
At times I can't go on
not anymore,
my steps falter
heavy is the head,
body weighs down
and
inner organs gone,
light like a feather
am become.

And yet, something
I can't put finger on
is too heavy
just over me
and I can't go on.

Do you see
anything on my back?
A mountain like thing?
It's a weird one,
so big, yet invisible
and trust me
the weight is unbearable.

I may be breaking soon.
Tulip Chowdhury
Written by
Tulip Chowdhury  USA
(USA)   
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   Jamie
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