2 posts tagged “sad”
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And something is still out of place. It is still the same as last time.
The place I searched for was not here. Was not there.
And yet something is amiss. I can feel it.
I Know my place. The last page in the diary of June. The tiny word scratched out at the bottom. Yea, that's me.
Had enough?
...Just h8 me .
Later.
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It's also sane to be sad when you have nothing to be happy about.
But then what do you call someone who is sad because he or she has nothing to be sad about.
Later.