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Incurable Sadness

I forgive you

I forgive you
All I had to offer you was sadness
My eyes shed sadness
My face speaks sadness
My lips smile sadness
My voice spews sadness
My touch spreads sadness
I forgive you for leaving, for I have become an infectious incurable virus threatening to destroy everything you are not
 
Such a happy delicate thing she is, isn’t she?
She has no idea, does she?
How long before you turn her into sadness?
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