The gods have cursed me to endure earthy life
To feel the cold of what is and what will be
To have the very life that was given taken from me
Needing to breath but only finding dust
Not wanting to feel but having to
Aching to speak but I am drained & left weak
Having to care for too much with not enough room
Holding the weight of many but none of my own
Doing it alone
My body's decaying faster then it should
But they never under stood
Continuing to pile one on the other
To them myself is not a bother
I am tired and weak I have no breath to speak
I have given all that I could when will the gods say
Don't not worry all is good
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