Sadness that you accept
not embrace but accept
the kind that is heavy but not crushing
perhaps you feel you deserve it
perhaps you're used to it
and just can't escape it
the sadness that lulls you to sleep
lullaby cries and goodnight weeps
the sadness that sweeps
the sadness that can help you find peace
cold yet somehow soothing
like the other side of the pillow
the kind of sadness
that fills your dreams

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*I'm tired of doing for people
that don't appreciate ****


I'm gonna do for me
if that's okay with you

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I can't find a cleaner
strong enough to remove this

Living with a numbing
lack of feeling has me wondering
where the sensations have gone
what door I left the feelings behind
and what key in my mind
could possibly unlock it