Sometimes I look at a word or an
object and all of a
sudden slip down deep into
a pit of black oil. This pit
coats my chest inside and makes
my organs tingly and funny. My
throat always tickles. My heart
sinks and stomach rises. I can
feel my heart beating in my throat,
in my stomach. I call it sadness
but maybe it's just an alternate
state of happiness. Maybe it's just
that I feel different and it is uncomfortable
and that is what I call sadness: un-comfort

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