It's ok to be sad sometimes. Don't judge me because you don't understand why I'm in this sadness. I see eyes cutting at me trying to figure me out, wondering what's hurting me. Why is it even that serious? People talk and talk, but you can't walk or even stand in my shoes in the sadness I feel. They call her depressed and why is she so sad for. Do not worry about me, I get asked why I'm so emotional, why I'm sad, mad, hurt, angry, well, I'll tell...
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