I could barely breath.
How could I speak on behalf of society, when thousands of eyes are watching, witnessing the transformation of this dynamic timeline.
You could dig all out of me, grind my gist into elixir-esque substances, if it could merely fit your purpose,
...how could I possibly get it right,
how is it possible for me to shoulder all of these right now...
How is it possible for me to gather myself, and even parts that I claim my extensions,
to speak to you with confidence,
proud as a peacock.
I feel intimidated by your roars,
I could imagine the waving flag of a certain expression.
It is not a gram, a pound or an ounce,
it is a fearful, none-absolute weight that crushes you down,
smashes your face on the ground
that even indignity is far from existence, to be brought up and provoked.
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