Where have I been all my life but lost?
I must find the end of this road unrully
Depression kills the joy in life bloodily
Chunks of heart and pride spread around
Gobbets of mind smeared across the pavement
I must see the light at the end of the tunnel
But am I blind for it is not there unreal
I wander around the houses of the holy
Trying to learn a new way of living alive
Useless and worthy of the least given
I feel the melancholia creeping up in the night
Will it kill me this time? Will I see tomorrow?
Why do I feel all the things that I die from?
Give me hope of freshness and life anew.
M. Pinnell
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Saddening
I am sorry your having an off day, my Pyrate, but take heart, the sun will shine again. Love, gypsy
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