Sometimes I think I've become too comfortable with sadness. I wear it around my shoulders like a winter coat, to keep me warm. how is it that sorrow has become my comfort, my home? I am afraid to move forward. I am afraid to venture into the uncharted territory that is happiness. Contentment is just within reach. if I stretched my fingers far enough, I could grasp it and pull it close. Instead, I cling to my darkness, because it is familiar to me.
Why am I so afraid of the light?
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Sad Stories-Poems
RandomThis book is filled with stories and poems that will make your cheeks stained with tears. Every story and poem belongs to their rightful owner.
