Carry the Dream

Unless it’s not your own.

I’m not a silver screen. Your light belongs to you.

I might want to help, lend a helping hand, a smile, a laugh, a romp, a giggle, but there is no way in hell I want to carry your baggage.

My back aches from the weight of others. Carry me pony.

I’m light.

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