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5 april 2012

Sometimes I Think

Sometimes i think that i can't handle the world
That this time
This time i'll finally be crushed
Into a flat, tiny nothing and in that moment
All the pain and heartbreak, all the PRESSURE will finally be released
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Sometimes i find a bit of solace in these thoughts
but i never cave in, i never let go
And just like Atlas in those Greek stories i read as a child
I carry the WORLD on my shoulders and i wonder
Did he ever want to let go?
Be crushed into nothing?
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And i figure he must have
He LITERALLY felt the world on his shoulders
As it bore down on him and THAT was pressure
And he MUST have wished there was something to ameliorate
That pain
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Me, I'm just a sixteen year old girl
Trying to bear my world
I'm no Atlas, but i feel his pain nevertheless
I know I wish that there was something,
ANYTHING to alleviate that pain.
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But until I can find that something, that ANYTHING
That can stop the pain
I guess I, like Atlas, can do nothing
But bear my world
Atop MY shoulders
And remind myself that
I'm not the only one






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