Funeral
the Light inside me Slowly dimming
the aching feeling
the melancholy you feel Deep in your Bones
but eventually dies
gathered around a casket
except it was a face i only saw in the mirror
i was the only one who showed
How Could They Not Know?
expected to live normally
but still carrying it
but just because someone manages it
doesn’t mean it isn’t Heavy
except the thing about Light
is you can Replace it
I enjoyed the little things
and realized the weight was lighter
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