a one-lined poem
Sadness doesn’t need an introduction–it pops up out of nowhere, clearly ready to stir things up in such an odd way–I can either sink or swim when it chooses to creep in, which one will it be?
Sadness doesn’t need an introduction–it pops up out of nowhere, clearly ready to stir things up in such an odd way–I can either sink or swim when it chooses to creep in, which one will it be?
A Cornered Gurl 
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