Selfish me

I embrace the sadness and the sorrow, I hold them tight to my chest. And sorrow holds me back, like a latch it fits all my cracks and holds me right, never to flow out of my chest. I’m selfish with my sadness. I don’t like to share it. For only I know how to lull myself… And when I see you skipping for joy I skip with you. Dance and rejoice with you, but my sadness is mine. It’s mine…

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