My bitter soul
Laden with the burdens of the fruits of my unwavering labor.
Laden with the burdens of the fruits of my unwavering labor.
If my words can move mountains, why doesn’t he budge?
My life is stardust. I hide in the glow of the moon.
What good am I?
God only knows.
This bitter life can be so lonely.
Waiting for death consumed in a dark well. Treading in water that is too deep to swim in, but I…
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