i have nothing to be sad about
yet i sit here and cry
confessing my deepest thoughts
my deepest desires
my hearts love
and my souls sorrow
stemming from nothing by comparison
then why?
why i ask, must i feel sad
when it is nothing that plagues me,
why must I suffer?
why must I endure when nothing that compares to the problems of others
it makes me feel, pathetic,
and yet here i type my thoughts
my deepest desires
my hearts love
and my souls sorrow
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