nobody knows
how heavy it gets
when someone else
cannot share their blame
nobody realizes
how guilt will keep you
wide awake, unsafe
under ceilings of satellites
nobody grasps
a true comprehension,
not even close
to a full dimension
nobody is really here
they're on their own
cramps in the morning
bleeding by evening.
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