Emotional Psychosis
A familiar sunshine
Fragile grins and warm hugs
Wilting trees
A shifting decade
It starts to rain
Strange conversations unnecessary
Youth decayed and childhood dismantled
A slow shadow play towards the end
Crippling wind
Monotonous basics
My Truth is an anomaly
In the end, we are all a dying story.
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