Cold wind blows through the door and brings down the heads of many,
and as Sadness walks in it feels as if you will never find warmth again.
He blinds you with self-doubt. After all, he is the dark that consumes
even the littlest of light in your life. He's the definition of ice-cold,
but when he touches you your insides burn. You heave,
trying to catch breaths, but the burning won't stop.
You collapse and give in to him as the burning hot tears fall from your face.
All around you, you see people lying on the ground with similar expressions:
lost love, doubt, and most of all self-loathing.
And as Sadness leaves, you will never forget the look on his face--
the look of his very being, Sadness.
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