june 8th, 2001 / four oh five pm.

the weight of the world borne upon these shoulders
opening my eyes for the first time
life as realistic as only life can be
sacrifices made for those who won't have to suffer
the condition of my statement
this statement of my condition

weak

eyes cold like steel
sugar coated truth goes down faster
but takes longer to digest
swallow your pride into your fire blazing hell.

we, in the end, are all equal.

these words, in the end, do not matter

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