"Every now and then,
I feel the weight of the world
pressing at my shoulders.
Slumping my back.
Cracking my heels.
And I turn,
to you,
full of hope
only to find
you walking away
briskly on your way.
Your back forever
branded into my eye.
Its true.
These paths wind
and intertwine as
the years pass.
But the burdens of each man
are meant to be carried alone.
And no amount of intersection
can change that."
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