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Sadness forces her to be blind
Not wanting to see the world behind.
She slouches all day, not wanting to be moved
Because her cries can no longer be soothed.
Sadness is sour, not sweetened or savored,
To her it was especially unfavored.
She's used to the pain and tears in her day,
Wondering when it will all go away.
Sadness is slow and has stolen her life.
Her happiness, her joy, her emotions cut with a knife.
But she's used to the sadness and looks at what could be,
Out in the world, a place under lock and key.
She was never happy or in the mood to play,
Her little five year old daughter just left outside all day.
Because her mother was scared, overcome by sadness,
Not wanting little Susie to be exposed to badness.
Her little girl happy as ever,
Outside having fun which her mother could never.
Sadness took over when her daughter waved,
And all she could do was walk away as she caved.
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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