I'm always
lugging around
someone else's baggage
it ain't mine to abandon
but my arms getting full and
the perpetual adjusting
feels a frantic juggling act
one of the scariest parts about dying
is taking it all with me
to lie restlessly inside
some coffin packed like hasty suitcase
so crammed with skeletons
the lid won't shut
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