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Tell It This is the sadness that knows you by name. This is the sadness that is present in your waking hours and lingers in your dreams. This is the sadness that visits you on crowded streets, in lonely rooms, on quiet afternoons and moonless nights. This is the sadness that flows through your blood and seeps into your bones. It wraps itself around your heart like a heavy blanket. It flows from your pores and mixes with the atmosphere, stains furniture and memories. It never truly leaves you but sometimes it sleeps with one eye always open. This is the sadness that was with you before you were born and will remain after you are gone. It will not be dismissed or ignored. Embrace your fear of it and learn to greet it as an uneasy friend. Smoke cigarettes with it in the dark. Let it inside you and learn its language. Make your peace with it. Speak to it in your darkest hours and tell it I said hello. |