the little boy was burdened by the weight that he carried,
the full thing that rested on his shoulders,
this thing was invisible,
and the more he noticed it was there, the heavier it grew,
because this weight reminded him of how unhappy he felt,
how with every fake smile, or every fake laugh
he grew emptier,
and that weight grew consuming him up,
until one day he picked up a pencil and wrote,
he wrote about this weight,
about how he felt,
and as he wrote,
as he let go of the emotions he kept bottled up,
he let go of the weight,
until he was finally free
the full thing that rested on his shoulders,
this thing was invisible,
and the more he noticed it was there, the heavier it grew,
because this weight reminded him of how unhappy he felt,
how with every fake smile, or every fake laugh
he grew emptier,
and that weight grew consuming him up,
until one day he picked up a pencil and wrote,
he wrote about this weight,
about how he felt,
and as he wrote,
as he let go of the emotions he kept bottled up,
he let go of the weight,
until he was finally free
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