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// the crushing weight
of becoming
this is a story about Joy, a young poet who is slowly losing the light in her eyes; everyone around her seems to blur into one colourless, soulless shadow. She feels it's the end of individuality as the world turns to easier methods to create. What are we if we don't make?​
What do I do with all these memories
Should I cry for all how beautiful they are
Or should immortalise it in a song for the world to see
My shoulders hurt ; My knees are buckling
I guess, its just the
Crushing weight of becoming
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