My Daily Struggle
Nobody has really asked me how I'm doing
Nobody has really asked if I'm okay
Here I am and I'm alone again
Don't wanna have to face the day
I see the black yet see no colour
My sense of purpose I have none
These clouds still follow wherever I may roam
Will i ever see the sun?
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