Sunlight
bearing down on my back,
beating,
heating,
sweating
off all of it's worries,
giving me the burden to bear.
I don't know why I am the one it has chosen,
why the karma doesn't agree
did I do something for this?
Why-
Why is it me?
Bumping into tables
running into chairs
2 percent more
hurt than I was
before.
Something to say, do I have something to say?
looking,
searching,
peeking,
into my heart I cannot find the words to express.
The words to tell,
tell a story
that doesn't exist.
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