It’s normal to be hurting, as you grow older, you become used to it, but in your youth, some think it’s a weakness, to be in pain, and incapable of completing the work that needs doing, oh youth, to be invincible, as you find your footing, who you are, and your place in the world, when you’re young, the weight of it so heavy, the world has so many problems, and you must make your way through them, but as your spirit cycles around, and you continue to bear it, the pain of life, the heaviness of your plump breasts, your burdens become lighter and lighter, you find less reasons to complain and more acceptance, the work on your table, bend over, and just do it, Sisyphus isn’t pushing that boulder for nothing, again and again, such sturdy legs, a soft buttocks, push it in, just the tip, don’t thank me, the spirits that filled my cup, learning and growing, easing my burden, rest easy, you earned it, sprinked seed, a flower flourishing...

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