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SadnessSadnessBy: JanuaryDiscouraging heart Never a true friend for me None my living soul
Melancholy mind Thinking of the few good times Pushing away tears
Lonely longing soul No rock, but a brittle twig I hurt so quickly
Desiring for love Needing to love in return Friend-love, not fam’ly.
Hoping through the years Wanting a friend and a path A light for my way
I knock on many doors but find no shelter Many ‘friends’ have come and gone, There are few left, and one I feel already, But their hand is just out of reach.
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