dead weight
we carry things with us that we can’t see. i mean, i look in the mirror, and i’m not doubled over, i’m not dragging chains across the floor. but you’d swear, by the way my shoulders feel, that i’m carrying something colossal. the kind of weight that lives under your skin, tucked between your ribs, where no one thinks to look. a weight that doesn’t budge…
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