Feb 2019
Blue sky,
warm day.
My sadness is supposed to
go away.
Yet it lingers in
my heart;
wanting to stay.
It does not hear me say:
sadness,
sadness,
please go away.
warm day.
My sadness is supposed to
go away.
Yet it lingers in
my heart;
wanting to stay.
It does not hear me say:
sadness,
sadness,
please go away.
(19/F/Playing the piano...)
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