You say
if I'm unhappy
it must be
I'm doing something
wrong.
First,
you don't know
anything
about me.
Second,
if you cared
about the world
you'd be crying
too.
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A/N: the song I picked to go with this poem is Enya, "How Can I Keep From Singing".
It just seemed right, though I couldn't say why.
YOU ARE READING
Syntax for Grief
Poetry{Poetry} We're keepers of each other's stories; you make me real.
