carry shit
Here and there we carry shit everywhere, be it love, lust or the darkness of despair, our company's secrets or our own defeated ness. It's a heavy weight to bear and hold. So I'm told it's just baggage you could discard, but for a person like me that's more than just hard.I hold on to things like time and relevance though I know both of those are gone from my own negligence. So I walk tattered and torn and accused for the bad I did knowing full well it's nothing... Nothing but accurate
Words are easy, man. Carry shit- me








