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There's this weariness in my soul... It's starting to show, isn't it? When demand, expectation, everything I'm supposed to be starts to know... What erosion feels like... Even when it's my own psyche placing the weight on me, I know... Damn it.. I know.
I don't know how to fall apart safely, with so much weight on my shoulders, or how to believe that you will hold. I don't know how to let the ache in my bones seep out, without internalizing self disgust, as the cold mud sinks through my clothes. There are many things I don't know... Which I feel the weight of, just before I sink into your arms and sigh, struggling in vain...
To let it all go.
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