Sadness is but caring for something you have lost.
Why you are not sad of losing me?
Did you not care about me, or maybe you believed you never had me to begin with.
I mourn us of every second I have.
For I know you were mine, but most importantly I was yours.
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A Dying Soul Under The Cherry Blossom Tree
PoetryThis book is nothing but a passion project of mine. All criticism is welcome. Understand I don't expect anyone to read this but that matters not. At the end of the day this is meant to bring me peace of mind. So when I'm gone I'll have something in...
