Sad
That’s what I am.
Feel it creep, brings the tears
Thinks seem so soggy
Leaning , drooping
Not. A. mess.
More of a mush .
Flees with sleep.
Let me run away .
Sad enough I want to cry
But those tears won’t come…
Anymore
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