Sadness,
You feel it don’t you?
The heaviness,
it washes over you.
The silence seems
deafening, suffocating.
Try to smile.
Go ahead.
Try it.
Or at least try to
fake it.
That’s all they need.
Reassurance,
That you are still there.
Still somewhere in there.
And that you haven’t left,
not yet...
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Revelations
PoetryIt was really me. It was really you. There was really nothing we could do. To put it concisely, these are short, philosophical situations, feelings, and thoughts of different persons and personalities I've encountered.
