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olivergreenwood19

The weight crushes my body  

My limbs constantly ache   

I am eternally damned to a life of suffering  

But the weight of the world is not my damnation.  

My soul and spirit are broken   

For I protect the world but who protects me. 

  My damnation is loneliness.   

For who of you know my name, know my sacrifice.   For whom of you thank me for my duty?   

Here, I am alone if i stay and even more alone if i leave.  

The weight of the world is heavy, but a soul without companionship is heavier.   

How can one be so important to the survival of others yet invisible to their ignorant eyes.

  • Author: Oliver (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 17th, 2017 11:52
  • Category: Unclassified
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