Walking amongst the puddles that lay on the floor, I stare at the sky and wonder where the sun has gone.
Oh hoq I miss the warm rays of the sun, the beautiful vibrant rays that touch my face which such grace.
I would kill for these disasterous clouds to go away, for the my mind and body would feel the warmth of the glourious sun once again.
Life seems so still, so dreadful, so cold.
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