I came to hear you, and what you have to say.
and i continue to shut my ears.
continue to substitute the world.
that you carry.
This world has control on most
I ran away to find your control.
and yet my path sits on earth.
your shoulders.
There is a fine line between what is you
what is theirs.
who-I-am, and what I belong to.
I could run forever here-
and although I become tired and weary,
It is you who continues to carry me.
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