E/O Challenge: Word Prompt: Weight
Special: Giddy Dean- sorry, happy bday, but not gonna happen, lol.
Special 2: Write a drabble based on the picture.
AN: Sorry it's late- but at least I'm not weeks behind like last time, lol.
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I know what I'm supposed to do. I'm supposed to watch after Sammy, save the world, never stop fighting.
And I know I'm tired of it all. This weight is crushing me, and I'm not sure how much longer I can stand up under it.
I'm sitting here in piles of ash, blood and bone. This is it. This is my life. What it's all come to.
But that's how it is, right? Another day, another battle. An ongoing cycle that for the life of me I can't see an ending to.
I wish I could.
Maybe then I could find hope.