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I simply could not be fixed Despite all my efforts to hold myself together. I learned quickly in this life that Cursed be the optimist, Burdened be the empath, And doomed who are neither For feeling everything is far better than feeling Absolutely nothing.
Burden
Modern Day Atlas
Maybe this is all there is for me All I may ever amount to be, Time built of long moments of sorrow and Even more swift periods of joy that can never quite be contained by words no matter how elegantly written Or loudly spoken.
a poems by
nayeli pallais
Just another spectacle for the world to shred with its bare teeth, Not a drop of blood on their gloved hands They tell me this mess is my own My fingers strain as I hold all that I am together But I slip through my own grasp back into their view. Doomed by my own gravity, It is there that my soul wavers with the weight of the heavens and hell.
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