Weal and Woe
The more the silence, the louder it gets.
Life is filled with misery and despair.
I find peace as the sun sets.
One can never breathe the fresh air.
Why am I stuck with this feeling?
Never satisfied nor ecstatic.
Why is life this sad and depressing?
Is my life really problematic?
All I feel is wistful and despondent.
Rainstorms all over my room.
Can I ever be independent?
I am happy, is what you assume.
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