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149 · Sep 2018
The Things She Carried
Chester Sep 2018
I carry them with me like a cross
Each step weighted
Resting upon my shoulders
Doubled over with regret
Of what was missing
And what will never leave
All of my actions rooted in shame
That isn’t my own
I shouldn’t have to carry this
Your sins

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