Weighed down under the surface of the sea,
bubbling, gushing into everything.
The thoughts and feelings of you,
I can't keep everyone happy,
but I try.
I'm buried alive.
Covered up by responsibilities,
while people shovel more on.
But I might be all they have
so I let them.
should so many have to suffer,
when there is someone to help?
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