Blue skies, not in sight.
White clouds, to heavily gray.
The sun, refused to come out.
The rain poured, murmuring it's secrets out to the world.Everything, I saw was dull and murky.
It seemed to fit in with my mood, perfectly.The skies are filed with pain,
The same pain you have coursed.
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