The weight

 

 

Shiny

 

 

The oldest thing

Inside my head

Is a small

Black

Stone

A pebble really

Shiny

And so very black

It is made of all the things that happened to me

Before

Long before I even knew me

All the pain

Sorrow

Confusion

Compressed into one

Shiny

Black

Stone

I carry it everywhere

Just a pebble really

And I don’t understand

Why I’m so damned

Tired

All

The

Time.

 

 

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