Sadness
Oh, all the sad thoughts that enter my head.
I drown in my own tears and sin.
To feel the nostalgia of not that has past
But of things that might have been.
To wonder and stew and mutter and pace
And to know that it is no good.
And that I must sit here, my hands in my lap
And act as a good child should.
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