Reflect:
Reflecting on my life
At the end of the week
A tear leaves my eye
And caresses my cheek.
My ego wants to force a smile,
But my soul doesn't feel the need.
This little sadness doesn't taste bitter;
It is sweet.
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Poesiamy poems, give credit. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK SUICIDE AND DEATH IS MENTIONED MULTIPLE TIMES. PLEASE SEEK HELP IF YOU ARE SUICIDAL, DEPRESSED, OR JUST OVERALL SAD. YOU ARE LOVED. •••••••••••••••••••••••...
