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Every line etched across your face tells a story. Every grimace in your voice, a foray into your psyche; an impending lesson, shifting to a future blessing. Your wit, your eye for detail, your sarcasm: All things I’ve come to inherit. But, I hope to one day receive the courage that emanates from your spirit. Though, I know the experience that entails. I look forward to the day I can say: “To hell with ‘em” with no hesitation; When life goes off the rails.
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Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 5:39 PM UTC
One day, I hope to be more like you.
How many burdens do you carry? How many have you passed through your kin? How much of your burden is not yours to carry? I have struggled with these questions. What burdens are mine? My shoulders are weakened by these unanswered questions. I know that maybe this is just family tradition, I was given them at birth. Yet, I did not pick them. I would like to know why I have inherited them. Have my brother have them? Does my sister struggle with similar questions? What if I did not care to nurture them anymore? Would they die with me? Or still be gifted to my kin? And if they were given to my kin, how would my kin feel? Would they bare it like Atlas, strap it to their backs and lift with their knees? Or never speak of it. Hide it in a locket around their neck, neatly tucked under their shirts. Would they take time to calculate their percentage of the age old burden? Or bury it somewhere in the country, deep into the side of a mountain, with the rest of the ancestors. I’d hope they would give the burden back to the rightful owners. I hope with all my being left, they are mighty enough to confront the age old tradition. I hope they give each burden back, to each dead being in the grave. I am weary of carrying the ancient decisions of my elders. I wish you luck, my child. The size of the burden does not determine its weight. It is heavy. It has nearly buried me with its ominous weight. I now understand why the burden is so easily passed without a second thought. I just hope my guilt does not add to its weight.
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Dec 30, 2019
Dec 30, 2019 at 6:47 PM UTC
THE GUILT ADDED
How many burdens do you carry? How many have you passed through your kin? How much of your burden is not yours to carry? I have struggled with these questions. What burdens are mine? My shoulders are weakened by these unanswered questions. I know that maybe this is just family tradition, I was given them at birth. Yet, I did not pick them. I would like to know why I have inherited them. Have my brother have them? Does my sister struggle with similar questions? What if I did not care to nurture them anymore? Would they die with me? Or still be gifted to my kin? And if they were given to my kin, how would my kin feel? Would they bare it like Atlas, strap it to their backs and lift with their knees? Or never speak of it. Hide it in a locket around their neck, neatly tucked under their shirts. Would they take time to calculate their percentage of the age old burden? Or bury it somewhere in the country, deep into the side of a mountain, with the rest of the ancestors. I’d hope they would give the burden back to the rightful owners. I hope with all my being left, they are mighty enough to confront the age old tradition. I hope they give each burden back, to each dead being in the grave. I am weary of carrying the ancient decisions of my elders. I wish you luck, my child. The size of the burden does not determine its weight. It is heavy. It has nearly buried me with its ominous weight. I now understand why the burden is so easily passed without a second thought. I just hope my guilt does not add to its weight.
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Humans don’t inherit Loyalty Dogs do Expect loyalty From sane Dogs That clear
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Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC
On Loyalty
a tasty reside here and in that hide every time I see her there in this gym with his gem in my head to orbit the sound of be-bop in quarter of saxophonic bleed
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Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 7:38 AM UTC
saxphnic bleed
some gifts our mothers gave us we seem sometimes to forget not the teachings of how to be kind or safe not even the gift of love that... we don't usually mistake though quite important not her wise advice not her bedtime kisses or soft lullabies all these we usually give much sway rightly so we should be thankful each day but... I wonder if when you look in the mirror do you see her within is she in your eyes or your smile do you have the same shade of skin did she give you her sense of humor did she give you her laugh or her voice do you see her hands when you look at your own of course, for these she had no choice still... how you walk stand or sit your height and your size your color of hair your color of eyes all these and more she gave you by being a lover or wife and giving to you the greatest gift the amazing gift of life.
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May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 6:28 PM UTC
All That She Gave You