It's like they're inflated
but not with air
with lead.
I have carried them for such a long time
and I take them everywhere.
They make it hard to get through doorways and to enjoy things
because they are so heavy.
I am drained.
I am tired.
Where can I put them?
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Author:
jo (
Offline) - Published: January 17th, 2022 22:39
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Comments1
'in the past, where they belong...!'
(a relatable topic
and a question, we've all
asked
a million time's before, I'm sure..)
thanks for sharing
Thank you for the comment. Yes, a fair point you make. But how to stop picking them back up..?
maybe, pretend we have a bad back?
and run away the minute they're, in sight...! lol
(i don't know, my friend
guess we just gotta realise
that hard life lessons
are hard
it's in the very title... 'duh') lol
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