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Author's Notes: Referring to one of my reoccurring bouts of really bad depression.
I can feel it coming, like a storm
The skies slowly turning gray
Sunlight hidden beneath darkening clouds
Looking skyward, silently I pray
Never knowing how bad this one will be
There are only so many times I can pick up the pieces
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