It's heavy..
I can feel it on my shoulders..
My back sprinting forward..
I need a breather..
Some place to make sure that my heart is pounding...
Same things , same days , same hours...
It's repeated over and over again..
I'm the kind to get bored easily...
And when I reach my limit..
It kills me from the inside.
The heart is becoming black and hard as a rock..
The feelings aren't changing, they are stopped at ignorance..
That nobody would care anyway..
Why should I bother..??
Pretending that it's going great...
But the sore fact is hidden under that fake face.
Who would know ?!
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