Selfish me.

I embrace the sadness the sorrowful, I hold it 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 I know how to lull myself… So when I see you skipping in joy I skip with you. Dance and rejoice with you, but my sadness is mine. It’s mine…

I can be both sad and happy at the same time… sometimes… Sad for the losses… Happy for life!

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