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Apr 2020
when your back aches from carrying burdens of worlds
for generations,
when your smile can only form as far as an odd slant
and your breath comes hard like its ran out twice already...
when you hear screams in the night
and sense no threat,
the madness seems like the only sanity
and all that's left to do is seated position.
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sweet comfort from nothing,
stillness is more bitter than bitter-sweet.
Written by
the black rose  F/the islands
(F/the islands)   
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   the black rose
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