[Being human] 014.

Sometimes
all of the world is on my shoulders.
The pain is a noose around my neck,
tight and threatening.
Have you ever been overwhelmed
by the hatred in our hearts?
Some days it seems so right
to jump.

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[Being human] 014.

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