people look at me
abd they see this gift
they envy, and they want it
but their desire is not bliss
for my gift is a burden
invisible to others' eyes
and the only heart is rends
is the heart of mine
it presides on me as a heavy stone
weighing on my back
and in my most joyous moments
the thoughts of it attack
i try to run
but its memories won't let go
i try to hide
but it press against me, seeping with woe
so if they want this so-called "gift"
they're welcome to have it
for it shall no longer be my burden to bear
and in the hands of someone else, it can swallow them alive into the
bottomless pit

 
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