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It’s funny how the sand I run on becomes even more agonizing When I’m carrying all I can for others I’m covering them all in my shade In my temporary pavilion Until they can get to permanent darkness Even as my legs shatter Even as my limbs tear Even as my eyes burn I’ll keep running The sand keeps burning My arms ache But it’ll be fine It has to be My break will come soon Or is it a mirage? Carrying this luggage is hard But facing my own luggage is harder It’s hell The burning pain This growing hell I carry more And more And get whipped by the carriers I keep a grin until I break I run And run But shatter I’m shattering Help me.
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Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 10:36 AM UTC
Sahara
It’s funny how the sand I run on becomes even more agonizing When I’m carrying all I can for others I’m covering them all in my shade In my temporary pavilion Until they can get to permanent darkness Even as my legs shatter Even as my limbs tear Even as my eyes burn I’ll keep running The sand keeps burning My arms ache But it’ll be fine It has to be My break will come soon Or is it a mirage? Carrying this luggage is hard But facing my own luggage is harder It’s hell The burning pain This growing hell I carry more And more And get whipped by the carriers I keep a grin until I break I run And run But shatter I’m shattering Help me.
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Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 10:36 AM UTC
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