The approaching freedom
From his heaviness
his loss
his melancholy
his drinking
his absence
his self-loathing
Ah! To know this thing, this weight
I carried not well, stumbling
From the weight of it all
And! To see how unwelcome
My shoulders were
How unwanted
My strength was
In the carrying of
The weight of it all.

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