Poetry

Hello, everybody! Here is a poem that I wrote myself and who is talking to me.

Sadness is mine.

Sadness is the others.

Sadness is my life.

Sadness will be my death.

Sadness is my old friend.

Sadness is my actual state.

Sadness is my spirit.

Sadness is my brain.

Sadness is the town of Nice.

Victoria Lacoste.

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