What does it take to lift your head anymore? Can you crane your neck? Can you even out the weight? Can you muster the strength for what it takes? Can you put a face to the feeling? Tumors in my head. Ever present, speaking to me. They say, "theres no place to rest your bones. You are nothing. You are alone." I choke back my laugh, balancing bitterness with the joy. cause I'd sooner break my god damn neck than remove them. What does it take to lift your head? Is it weighing you down? Can I carry it?
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