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  • Sadness

    Sad

    I am not mad but sad.
    Not glad but sad.
    Not glad, mad, but sad extreamly sad.
    But as i look i see them.
    they could end it all.
    All my misery all my pain.
    As I look I think.
    I slowly walk to the sink.
    I pick them up as I think my life is stuck.
    no more can I go on living in this world.
    Sad not mad but sad....................

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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