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Burdened

Burdened

I know not my guilt,
I know not my shame.
Will I survive this
This endless pain?

For torment and agony
Only fester at thy soul;
And endure these trails,
I can handle no more.

What have thee of
My purpose now?
A burden underneath,
I can’st make a sound.

For trapped I am
In your clutches so tight.
My strength be lost;
And spirit alike.

So shed me of
This weight I carry
For was ever mine?
Weak and weary.

Twas made for me?
β€”I surely doubt,
Without ease, please
Cast it out!
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sparrowsong

Hello Daniel...

​​​​​​Life holds trials...

Tests are hard...

Normally, I'd say keep going through...

Run...

There's no reason to now...

That was before...

Now, my advice must change because, we have to change our mind in changed times...

Take it real slow, now...

It's still important you keep one foot in front of the other...

Still, don't stop...

I don't for how long it will be this difficult...

But, there's a chance it'll be ok sooner than later...

It may not...

​​​​​​If that is the new life for all our days ahead...

Don't give up...

Don't let them win...

I heard them say they want us dead...

They get a lot of things their way...

Show them you're not going down like that...
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sparrowsong

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sparrowsong

Great write....

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

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