Category : Poems
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What the hell is wrong with me?
Why am I stuck in this misery?
Though I'm humble and thankful for it all,
I always feel like I'm backed against the wall.
Why the hell can't I be...
Maybe I'm here as some sort of beacon,
Absorbing the sorrows of others to free them.
Perhaps it is my lot in life,
To bare the weight of others strife.
Maybe I will find peace when no one is around,
The day I fall 6 underground.