They keep appearing again and again.
Like seasons and weathers,
these phases of happiness and pain.
Engulfing me, I knew it right.
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Engulfed within the warmth of gloom.
I sit still, inside the art room.
Void of any emotion but I feel empty.
The urge to scream was almost tempting.
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What is this burning inside me?
It's burning me along,
burning me down.
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It's the same white ceiling
and the same grey walls.
I don't know what I'm feeling
but it's grey as those walls.
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I said, 'don't be afraid,
I'm here, don't be scared'
But those scenes and the screams,
it's not leaving my head.
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The evening sky was beautiful today
It finally poured down, the rain
I had promised to pour all of me along
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It's flowing down,
can you hear that sound?
But it stops, stops flowing down.
You can't hear that sound.
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The floor is cold, the ceiling is blurry.
This habit is old, why do I worry?
I hear them laugh, I hear them bark,
I hear the ding, I hear the ring,
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