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The bear weight of the world sits on your shoulders but you're no god

and it hits you like drowning, collapsing your lungs and you pull your nails out of their beds

to get up in the morning but sometimes you just want to scream

and jump and laugh like it's your last time here and you look back at your heart

and you stay but in the inkiest of your daymares you feel like a fresh suicide

but even Death doesn't want you.

So you get up in the morning.

And you tell everyone 'I love you'.

Then you head for school. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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