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Raincloud

I haven't cleaned my room for weeks
Haven't heard a song that sounded sweet
Haven't gotten enough sleep
I wake up feeling tired and weak

I stare at the mirror, I can't recognize
The woman staring back, with hollow, sunken eyes
My sense of gratuity shrivels up and dies
I'm dim, grim and gloomy, with squid ink skies

It's like fighting against gravity, my arrhythmic chest cavity
Throbs to my depravity, acknowledges life's brevity

All my love sucked out of me
To be replaced by numb apathy
The travesty of my tragedy
My unfinished tapestry

So offer me some amnesty,
With some calmness and some tea
Karma will treat you handsomely
If you help me survive this acrid sea

I know that I'll come out of this
And feel life's sunshiny bliss
Feel the love in every kiss
And feed the doves all my sins
But till then I must endure
Cause there's no quick fix, there's no cure
I'll try to stay happy and I'll try to stay pure
Till my depression decides to take a detour

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