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A Little Sadness
Reflecting from the darkness of a time that seems like a week,
a teardrop runs down and caresses my cheek,
I try to smile but my little bit of sadness has dragged me down,
down to the place underneath the ground.
When the pain strikes across like a light,
I now know I shouldn't put up a fight.
Its just that little bit of sadness coming around again,
Its just that little bit of sadness coming around the bend.
Hell is coming closer,
closer to my door,
shall I reply,
or does it want more.
The sunlight fights its way away from me,