My sorrow began small though the older I get the more the small twig branches become the sizes of a redwood. And all the more hard it is to move when I feel so weighted by the weight of the redwood.
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My Little Sad Writing
PoesíaJust don't read it okay. This is for me to write stuff down. It's uh kinda sad and just things I've been thinking about a lot. I don't want to write it down on paper. XOXOXO Trigger warning to Death Self hate And many other Nasty things I guess...
