p.129

sadness has the claws
that leave gnarly scars on my inside
etching its name into my bones
welcoming itself into my soul without a reason
sadness is my shout in the empty
sadness is a road in the ocean
without sadness running through my veins
I’d have nothing to write about; nothing to say
ironically, my infatuation with death
is what has kept me alive all these years.

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