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The Heavy Backpack
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It started long ago,
Its end is not destiny
It's all about you,
You have the remedy.
The first vase you accidentally dropped,
The pieces pricked and tears shed.
It's the pain, your mom thought;
But the guilt, it still lies alongside you in bed.
Your words pierced her heart,
Which you knew apologies couldn't console.
So you left her waiting there,
The regret still gnaws at your soul.
You were not the only one,
We've all had big dreams;
Dreams that we couldn't achieve,
Life had lost meaning, it seemed.
You had a lot to say,
But she left before time, your hands were tied.
She deserved to know,
What the hard shell held inside.
What if you had done otherwise?
What if you hadn't lied?
What if luck had been your side?
These questions, long time ago, should have died.
But they still echo inside,
No one pacified them.
The regrets travel in your backpack,
Time and again they overwhelm.
It started long ago,
Its end is not destiny.
Let go of all that weight,
That is your remedy.
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