In the midst of a WISTFUL dream,
I wander, WITHDRAWN, it would seem,
For the world around me is GRIM,
And my mood is MELANCHOLY brimmed.
A SHROUD of sadness covers me,
As I sink into the depths of my misery,
DEPRESSION grips my soul so tight,
It makes it hard to see the light.
The skies above are GLOOMY grey,
Reflecting the FEELINGS...
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