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Thoughts on a Rainy Day?

Others: It's just a phase. I'll be fine.

Me: Maybe I am the Problem?

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There are days I wish I could Fly, exploring the never ending adventures of the world....

And the others, I hope to hide from the ever burdening thoughts of my mind.

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and Get Going!

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Why does the creeping silence of the night, bring back inglorious pain of the past?

Why does the tiresome uproar of the day, wound the memories of happier times....?

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For all the support, you have extended... TM, Thank you <3

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Hope.

I sit across the silent road listening through the broken doors; pain is all I see flow, running afloat the swollen eye. The intensifying sounds of a wailing of a mother, the torment of a child, the anguish of a wife creep into my head.

Seems like an era long gone, waking to the sounds of birds chirping, melodious greetings, enlightening meetings?

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Army of the Dead?

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Hustling in silence,

Cascading the violence.

What has the world become,

Are people to strife or succumb?