So sad..to see.. that your..so sad.. too bad..your sad.. is..oh..so bad... Compared to sads.. the worse..instead... is living.. sad... from living.. dead... * When life comes forth... to take your hand... and you draw back... with a..NO.. command... and you'd rather live... a dead man's.. mad.. Now...that's.. what I call.. sad!
Reason for writing:
NOTE: To sadden.. one's self.. in sadness...is sad.. in it's self.
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