Dec 2017
I sometimes misinterpret my
guilt.
For my sadness often has me inebriated with some kind of sick joy.
Maybe i am deserving of this...
melancholia.
guilt.
For my sadness often has me inebriated with some kind of sick joy.
Maybe i am deserving of this...
melancholia.
Written by
Existential me
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