Eye bags aside,
I’m quite pretty when I’m sad:
.
Colourful peasant skirt
And bare feet
Walking the dogs
On the beach.
There may as well
Be a Lana del Ray song
On in the background.
.
They fetishised my misery,
Packaged it up
And sold it to the masses.
.
Why strive for happy
When sad is pretty too?
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