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The problem with my sadness is that I cannot explain it to anyone. It is so quiet, so subtle, a reminder in the back of my mind, a gloominess overlooking all time, and in its quietness it is unbearable, unsharable, a pain all my own.
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC
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The problem with my sadness is that I cannot explain it to anyone. It is so quiet, so subtle, a reminder in the back of my mind, a gloominess overlooking all time, and in its quietness it is unbearable, unsharable, a pain all my own.
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC
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