I picked it up when I was younger.
And carried it a very long time.
It never made me stronger.
Though the weight of it grew heavier.
I picked it up when I was younger.
And carried it a very long time.
It never made me stronger.
Though the weight of it grew heavier.
I picked it up when I was younger.
And carried it a very long time.
It never made me stronger.
Though the weight of it grew heavier.
I picked it up when I was younger.
And carried it a very long time.
It never made me stronger.
Though the weight of it grew heavier.
I picked it up when I was younger.
And carried it a very long time.
It never made me stronger.
Though the weight of it grew heavier.
I picked it up when I was younger.
And carried it a very long time.
It never made me stronger.
Though the weight of it grew heavier.
Imagine the contradiction.
And the irony.
Of how my strength increased.
When I no longer carried the weights.
But knowing this,
Doesn’t stop me from picking it back up again.
Leave it behind.
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