Sad

November 14, 2017

The world is corrupt with sadness.

As I look into the sky all I see are dark dark clouds.

As I watch sadness take over the world,

I see just a bit of happiness.

That is slowly slowly disappering.

I want to help but it is too late.

The last bit of happiness has been stolen by a corrupt sadness, madness, anger and many many more fellings.

Taking away the happiness that was once there.

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