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Once bright, turns to gray
Sun diminishes, fades away
Although I beg, it doesn’t stay
No desire, to keep me warm

Clouds scurry, across the sky
I watch them, as they race by
Darkness falls, tis then I cry
While shadows take their form

Hidden deep, but I can see
The anguish pent, inside of me
I let go, release, alas, misery
Knows nothing of the norm

Though try I might, I find no hope
Why is it that I cannot cope?
I’m holding on, yet, lose my rope
There is no calm before my storm


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