The sadness that it is within me struggles to see the difference what is real and fake. I wil always long for an embrace that is filled with love and comfort. I desire the embrace that makes me feel like I am home.
Reality is that I am stuck in a whirlpool of sadness and anguish.
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Bittersweet
PoetryI have always been told I am bittersweet. Bitter to the touch but sweet to never be forgotten.
