THE BEAST UPON MY SHOULDER

atlas

Alone i stoop with a  beast o’er my shoulder,

This beast, it makes me run in an alley with no end,

This beast, it makes me take turns i do not see,

This beast, it clutches my muscles and my energy depletes.

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