i remain sad
2026-05-12
who knew the dew would cause so much trouble
sad music only gets me sadder
but it's not like sadness emerges it's what's inside
sadness isn't new it's what's been inside
and why do i even write?
is it to find a way out of it?
snap and the moment's passed
i remain sad
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