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STORMY NIGHTS
Pain, Pain go away
Go and never come back soon
It’s becoming more difficult to hide you these days
Please kindly go away.
Tears and sniffles go away
Ruining my face with your runny self
I still have to put up a brave face for the tide ahead
Please do me the favour of staying away
This thing called happiness
Has eluded me for a while now
I just feel so tired...
Monday 8th June 2020 1:07 am
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