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Mar 2015
It's a drug I guess. Like nicotine to a cigarette smoker. They're addicted, never wanna let it go. That's how I feel about my sadness. You see, I'm addicted. Breathing in smoke is better than not breathing in anything at all and so is the case with my sadness. I suppose what I hate most is the calm after the storm, the numb after the pain, the feeling of feeling nothing. To me, being sad- is better than being nothing at all. So yes, I love my sadness. I love it with a passion, and just like a smoker with his cigarettes. I'm addicted.
Madeline Janisch
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Madeline Janisch  USA
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