Why am I sad?
Every thing looks so good
from the outside
But on my insides, I feel
one part crazy and
one part dead.
I've lost my hopes and
watched my dreams fade.
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AnaRosa Cruz
creative writer, martial artist, obfuscation, goblin, rock hound. New to poetry, but having fun just letting my brain spill onto the page.
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