I've no reason, no merit for sadness
Yet it comes
I've no excuse to sulk
Yet my body has become a boulder in my living room
Keep telling myself to snap out of this unconditional state of nothingness
My color is gray even when the sun shines his face on me
He warms me up for a little while
Then I'm back to cold-stone
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Author:
Leya Virago (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 5th, 2018 10:08
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