Not anymore

Hold the weight of the world on my shoulders, you can't knock me down. I've my own holders. 
Sanity is drifting, everything's slipping. 
I wont budge or be pushed around. It's a repeating sound.
Time to be put on silence, let the burdens leave so I can finally be set free & always remember who I am which is me.

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[Third Grace]

Love that line "Sanity is drifting, everything is slipping" Strong images and interesting format. Lovely poem :)