I have this orange sweater that I always seem to wear when I need to feel better
That sweater has seen comfort and pain, on the days that my brain can't quite explain
It seems to suck in all my emotions so I don't cause any commotion
The fabric must be worn out, but it doesn't pout or shout, it just sits there without a doubt
It just lets me wear it on the days that I need it the most
So let's make a toast, to the orange sweater that loves me the most
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In Sadness and In Doubt: A collection of poems
PoetryA collection of bittersweet, heartbreaking, and relatable poems.
