she was addicted to sadness.
she loves
everything that stays.
anything that comforts her.
anything that entertained her.
from this monstrous place.
it was killing her.
but she thought different.
she thought,
sadness
was keeping her existent.
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demons cry at night
Poetrya series of poems since don't you find ugly things pretty? 04/11/20 - 03/01/21
