Back off !

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IT stuck to my shoulder

and I couldn’t shake it off.

A smidgen of a thing,

Leeched all my thoughts.

 

Picturing a life with this burden,

A weight that wouldn’t crush

Just perched on my back,

Not letting me move on either.

 

This thought that does nothing,

It doesn’t prickle ,it doesn’t itch.

Just makes my back its home,

distracting my existence to that tiny speckle.

 

Lying on my back,

Rolling around,

Standing in the pouring rain,

Praying to wash it down.

 

When I felt it leave,

I panicked ,

I didn’t want it to leave or stay,

I only wish it wasn’t my back

’cause for just IT,

I would wipe the whole world away.

 

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