A Letter to My Sorrow
I didn't want to say this.
I tried to keep it inside,
but ignorance isn't bliss
and I'm tired of this pointless ride.
We've gone through much together,
but I've just begun to see
that the only one who's suffering
has always been just me.
You may think you're winning now,
but one day you will see
that all the grief you've given
couldn't get the best of me.
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