May 23, 2008
Sadness clouds my eyes,
It usually starts with a lie,
It makes me want to die,
But someone comes to help pass the time.

When they leave,
I go back to the grief,
I stare at a floating leaf,
Then I start to think.

People enjoy bringing me down,
But I look around,
As I fall to the ground,
I die with no sound.

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