Some people are born sadA Poem by Porcelain heart
I do not know what it is that makes me sad.
I do not know why this intoxicating scent of sorrow fills my lungs with every breath I take. I cannot blame anyone for the unconfined profound dark loneliness that enveloped me in a thin purpureus veil a long time ago and created a universe for me alone where I am both the king and the servant, the victim and the abuser. I think some people are just born sad. © 2015 Porcelain heartFeatured Review
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