This is my cross
the cross that I carry
can never be happy
apart from small spurs
of joy or even of bliss
but then I find another piece
that folds my heart in a crease.
I go to therapy, try to iron it out
I never do
The crease comes back,
itโs always there
all along
sucking out my joy
or trying to protect me?
meddling in my head
Give me clarity
or leave me alone.
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feet do fail me now wanna go, and move but i stay low so so low need to move move move people around me but no one to take my hand you take it but how do you mean it really what does it all even mean i walked through green lands touched wet grass with my fingers walked forward, felt the trees leaning towards me listened to Lana's poem and cried
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