The weight on my shoulders
deforms my body,
crushes my soul,
keeps me from breathing,
and directs my look downwards.
The painted on smile
burns my face beyond recognition,
shuts up my heart,
prevents real intimacy
and detaches me from myself.
The lost sense of faith
forces a harsher sense of reality down my throat,
quivers my already shaken carcass,
makes everything else that much harder,
and wanting to let go forever that much easier.
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