A burdensome presence,
An onus to being,
Just unwanted company,
This is what I am seeing.
No power to tell of your thoughts,
Just guesses which seem amiss,
Wounds only open further,
What happened to dauntless bliss?
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Surucipe (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Sadness well articulated is a work of art.
Absolutely.
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