Weight
I am light
As a feather,
Only because
I reached into my depths
And forwent
The heavy things,
Such as self-assurance
And lunch.
But now,
At least,
You can hold me longer
Before your arms being to ache.
(Though, don't love me for long,
Or else your heart will begin to ache, too)
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