like leaden weights
round my limbs
i carry with me
all your sins
foist upon me
most unwilling
i'm crying over
milk still spilling
your burden lightened
but mine it trebles
it rubs and blisters
shoes filled with pebbles
i chafe with knowledge
undesired
i hate the heaviness
i've acquired
but scared am I
to drop the load
the leave this path
go off the road
so warily
I plow ahead
envying the
quiet dead
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