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Apr 2020
There is sadness in me
It's in my bones, no
It does not cling to them
It's who I am

Always at the root.
Sadness.

Why is it like this?

I just want to be achingly happy, every cell of mine

Screaming, "I'VE DONE THE WORK, NOW LET ME PLAY"

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me gs  Wisco
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