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I am carrying this heavy burden around it feels like something is going to crash and burn, the rocket in the sky will collapse and die and the missiles will explode when you empty the heavy load. 

This terrible feelings in my stomach just won’t go away, NASA must check its projects that are on the way, the sky in the heavens is getting dark and a new age is about to start.

I am carrying this heavy burden around and it really makes me want to frown, space X explodes in mid- air and some of mankind’s invention you ought to fear. 

You have to examine the dipstick, pressure riser and the water cooler, the front and back engine load and the valve that open in the rocket throat. 

Haste makes waste they say, you have to examine every particle in the engine line and if your bet is good as mine you will find a chip stuck inside.
I am carrying this heavy burden inside; I know that the spirit is divine, I can see things that you cannot see, and I have been to places that you have not been without leaving my confined space.
 
I have opened my heart to let you in and you have punctured it with your folly tricks. I have nothing but sincerity in my heart and I have never doubted you from the start. 

When I make a choice, I know that it carries a heavy price, but I always hold onto it because there is nothing better that can fit. 
When the ocean rise above the roof and you don’t have anything left to prove, your choice will see you through and the long-awaited dream will come through.

I am carrying this heavy burden around; it is the weight that you feel when life spin you around.

It is the feeling that you get when you run a marathon and you are almost out of breath and when you cross the finishing line you see them struggling behind and you realize that you have crossed over, but you are still running for destiny to win but you have already won.

It is not the Monday morning blue or someone wearing a strange pair of shoes. It is the wagon on the wheels and mercenaries hiding under a shield. 

It is the desert clown and the presepit underground and the petrified people seal up inside waiting to come out dead or alive. 
When you get those people home this weight will finally drown. I have heavy feelings inside come and sit beside me before I die.
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