Another Sad Story

I’m just another sad story.

Another pitiful chapter in the book of life.

Full of scribbled down thoughts,

Formed at 3am.

Tear stains,

And red wine,

All splattered on the pages.

A painting created by emotion,


Yet overlooked,


And unimportant.

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