My shoulders weigh a ton,
for I carry your weight on my back,
Without you or within you,
I rest you assured,
This weight that I carry a vast.
My brain is bruised with lies,
for I carry you, yes, on my mind,
It twists in complex,
it wilts in sin.
It grasps a hold,
of truth within.
Truth be told, and truth be lied,
For I carry your thought on my mind.
In propaganda,
in preservation.
In anticipation,
or desperation.
I carry your ticks on my time.
Your watch I wear, your curse I swear,
I carry your thought on my mind.
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