Melancholyspreads like the plague.
You send me swarms of
Passionless hopesand
Valleys of emptiness.
Flounder in your own despair.
Don't cough yourmisery on me,
It's yours to keep.
I thought I was immune to thiscalamity.
I guess it comes in many forms.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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