my story

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I hold the weight of the world on my sholders.
Constantly fixing every ones problems.
Just being the pillar for every one to lean on.
Just one more person in this fucked up world.
Just some one that hears everything.
Just some one that trys to change things.
Just on more hole in the ground when its all gone and over.
Just a person.
Just one more lost soul looking for a home.
just some one that never knows anything yet knows all.
Being right is a berden most dont know.
I hate it.
Just hate knowing everything.
Just hate knowing everything about people with out knowing.