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As the sound of wind regales, forcing it's way through the thickness of the silence.
Never bringing happiness in shears as the sadness remains in different shades of blue.
While the tears stay trapped inside the tired lonely lids
As you try to picture a different view.
As the flooding of past memories brings horror to your truth, as your insanity believes in a different life that it invented during your youth.
No breeze from your wind, no moisture from your rain.
Held back by the anger that helped you sustain.
Night falls without a moon, days of red with no sunshine to blame. Cornered by your doubts and fears
Even after all these years
Wasting your emotions like leftover food
Killing your gains as they leave you for good...
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