My roots always feel
dug deep into dry grounds
while cold winds
push a shifting mass
of semi-friends
around my solid stance
without my consent;
And without asking me
if they are burdening me
by coming around
in the first place.
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I can feel my heartbeat in my hair
and my thick skin fall off
fearing that my stubborn still
makes me lifeless
to those
that seem to dance circles
around me
yearly.

-composed by Metr!

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