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Everyday I walk with the world on my shoulders. Nobody notices the weight, but I do. It's as heavy as 200 boulders. I'm all alone with my weight, and all there is to free it, is hate. The way they yell, It eats me from the inside out. So I take my knife, and bring all the hurt from the inside, out. Nobody notices my hurt. But it's there. I'm hurting, Hurting form the inside out.