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When you feel weighed down
With arms and legs made of lead,
Back broken,
Bent over backwards,
Spirits crushed like old soda cans,
But you still say things like
"I don't mind"
The apple rots when it very well pleases
The seed just does what it’s told
It grows and grows, the ground picks up the pieces
Of the apple tree’s selfish mold.
There’s no free will for the sapling
Fair-weather sweetheart
Hide behind your porcelain makeup
Cozy and cuddling in an oversized sweater
Fearing the touch of skin when she wakes up
Expecting more I love you buts and you deserve betters
