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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Dark · #2259606
A poem about being sad
Sadness is born from love and joy,
From the loving warmness of the world,
To the smallest moment of joy,
We inhabit these bits of sadness from our world,
Sadness we've come to known,
The pain of losing or feeling alone,
As if it were made to be known,
The coldest feeling is thinking alone,
I have days lost in thought from my own emptiness,
I'm never aware of my surrounding as I'm lost, walking towards an unknown path,
My body feels like an empty shell filled with delusion and bitterness,
But most of my life I've been traveling in a lost path,
Every step I've taken feels painful, crawl, walk, or even running the pain doesn't stop,
The pain is something we've all known, it comes from tears to emptiness a sadness that doesn't stop.



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