She writes with sadness but never Joy. Played with almost like a toy.
She has yet to understand her potential, You are loved she says but her eyes show the sadness from within.
She cannot begin to explain the amount of pain that eats her up and consumes her body.Like the waters consume the earth.
You see her name is sadness.
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 1:23 AM UTC
She writes with sadness but never Joy. Played with almost like a toy.
She has yet to understand her potential, You are loved she says but her eyes show the sadness from within.
She cannot begin to explain the amount of pain that eats her up and consumes her body.Like the waters consume the earth.
You see her name is sadness.
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