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Jan 2021
It's absolutely crushing
The weight of this boulder

It grinds me down
To a gritless powder

Like an old grain mill
Down by the creek
past that yonder hill

Is this even worth it
Is this the way Cohen would say it?

Cohen was great
And there have been others
Worth reading until late
When the eyes strain
And blood bursts the vein

But is this that?
Or am I just average
Only that?

And no, it is not
The way he would have thought

But it's how I did
It came from under my lid

And why isn't that enough
Its how I ******* said it
And isn't that enough?
You gotta be you, even when you love what others do
Written by
Caleb A Johnson  32/M/Arkansas
(32/M/Arkansas)   
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     --- and Ayesha
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