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I'm slowing down

Not as ardent as before.
I’m tired.
Slowing down,
A tail growing heavier and longer
With each day.
A hat made out of cement,
My aches in the morning.
I’m carrying someone else.
Being pushed and stepped on,
I sink inside.
Anonymous
Like the wind.

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