You have a load of burden on you,
Heavy and tiring.
But too many people are watching,
That you have to cover up your wound.
Simply surviving is a weight,
Laden on your shoulders,
Making it hard to breath.
Yet you cannot escape its wrath.
Friends and families,
People who might provide you a shelter,
Made you fall in their debt,
And now you are all alone,
Betrayed.
What will happen if you let all of it go?
Will you be released,
Finally free?
It's still a mystery,
For that I am still it's slave.
Stuck on the road to death.
I can't make it there on time...
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