The Big Sad
Every single day I repeat the same phrase to myself,
Keep the Sad out.
It is a personal motto.
I've seen friends around me all go down the rabbit hole of Sad.
and increasingly I have to tell myself to not let the sad in.
Throughout my high school career,
I've seen friends go down to the Sad.
I've seen it spread like a disease thought the halls of Blaine.
It has infested every single part of this school with its clutches.
Nobody was safe, except me!
I kept the Sad out for years.
I've kept the Sad out.
Until now.
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