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Slumped

It’s been incredibly difficult to stand without a wall on your shoulders

It’s been transferred to me and I wilt wth it’s force surrounding my daily ins and outs and goings. It is something, a force, a foreign power to be reckoned by or with. And describing the weight I feel when you readily disperse this barren object is an apparition.

The things that need to be stated about it all are outside the grasp of my knowledge and I have failed you in that regard but tell me about some other kind of knowledge of description and I will attempt to transgress and rise to the subtle occasion.

Your wall will deceive and relinquish my holdings to some other form or frame and I will be set free from this terrible inconvenience.

And sadly, I’ve never been know as one to tare down walls