I cry because

happiness is a harder concept

to grasp than sorrow.

Sorrow greets me as an old friend,

fondly reminding me of my mistake.

We reminisce over a bottle

of melancholia and a plate of regret,

leaving me with yet another notch on my belt

of nights; And days I come to school

with blood-shot eyes and a quivering lip.

by Erick, 10th Grade

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