Strapped in my vest
The weight crushing my chest
Why does life always feel like a test
Trapped in the vestments of life
Listening to each other’s strife
Trauma bonds
Because that’s what our memory holds on to the most
Not realizing it’s what makes us feel like toast
Soft hearts roasted to hell
Turned hard by years of pain
Searching for the sun through the rain
But we can make it
If we huddle together
To wait out the weather
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