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Burden.




Constant wishing that growing up is not a must.
Not that there's desire of any fairy tales.
But just the hatred of having to tear with all the matters.
There's too much to handle.

In your eyes, I've never grown.
In your eyes, I'm still the spoilt child.
In your eyes, I never ever learn to save
In your eyes, everything is negative.

But in fact, I've grown up.
But in fact, I'm fairly independent.
But in fact, I did tried to save.
But in fact, I'm not everything that terrible.

Stop throwing all the burdens to me.
Claiming it's my responsibilities.
I don't have the strength or power to do so.
No, I'm not trying to shrink away from my share.

Don't feed me with guilt that I shouldn't get.
You once said, I need not worry.
I do feel the guilt resulted by my fault.
I'm a human too.

Sometimes I really wish that you know.
What you all giving me, bring me silent tears.
The pressure, the burdens, the guilts and everything.
I feel so terrible and trapped.

Yet I couldn't speak up to you,
Black face, rude words and other implications.
Tell me what to do to make you all understand?
I've grown up, I know everything, I'm not what you think.

Dear sisters, am I really your blood sister?
Why do I seem so distance away from you all?
I do wish that you all can know everything of mine.
But it seem so impossible.

Dear sisters, can you give me more understanding?
I really won't be able to take it much longer.
Will you even be nice and spend some alone time with me?
How long have it been?

I wish you all really treat me as your sister.
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