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Jan 2020
Single Malt
My grief laps at the shores of my being,
I taste some aged sorrow.
Nostalgic on the nose,
The rich earth of my soul.

A quiet appreciation for the dark.
The strange enjoyment of intense sadness
#depression #sadness #grief #heartbreak #loss #satisfaction #introspective #solitude #lonely #love
Written by
George Grenfell  23/M/leeds
(23/M/leeds)   
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