Within my own sadness
I strive to be content
But my own sour air engulfs me
I mope in a forever sadness
No matter how loved I am,
I always feel alone
Others affect me not,
My own pain and sadness
Purified in my own bell jar
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After You Left
Poetrycomplete poetry collection, over 70 poems from my darkest times and issues with love
