I'm
SadWhen people say sad. People think dark clouds. Swirling hurricanes. The first drop of the massive downpour. The soft tingles at the back of your heart, that slowly became irritating.
But when I think of Sad, I think of
Us.
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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓'𝖑𝖑 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖜
PoetryA lost boy who lost his way in the endless forests waiting for the sun to rise