The World

The World feels so heavy as it burdens my lungs.

Struggling to inhale I struggle to forget.

The things of my past, of his past, of the possible future.

The endless dimensions of what could/has/will/might be is too much for me to carry.

I need to switch off, to not care, to save myself from the constant despair.

The despair of what could/should/will happen.

I need to save myself.

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