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Poetry

This is about everything that shatters me, and it's all just because of little things.

It Isn't

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by PessiOptimist

by PessiOptimist

I told my problems once

and I felt lighter.

I cried on your shoulder once

and I felt stronger.

But I'm not sure if

it's okay with you.

I know that in myself that

once isn't enough,

but twice is too much.

It hurts me not do it again,

but I know it'll just

make things bad

if I do.

So I'd rather just

cry myself to sleep.