Feb 10
I thought I could outrun the weight,
but the burden was never mine—
like a passenger begging for control,
but only the crash was waiting,
and I didn't even scream.
but the burden was never mine—
like a passenger begging for control,
but only the crash was waiting,
and I didn't even scream.
(16/F)
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