The Saddest Story:
I often cry myself to sleep.
I sniffle and shake.
I whimper, trying to hold in the sobs.
But the tears roll down my face just the same.
I sigh and look over.
He’s been by my side all the years
But he doesn’t even hear me.
Why won’t he wake up?
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Published by Sarah Josephine
Here's the 411: I'm 4' 11''. I'm an MS fighter. I'm an educator. I'm an activist and advocate for social justice and for MS Awareness. I believe in energy and love and light and laughter and the difference we each make daily. These are my soul songs.
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