My soul rises with the sun
It eats off my happiness
Leaving me nothing but despair.
The warmth turns into ice
The lonely sun sits there
I feel its pain
An outcast
Open there for everyone to talk about
Clouds are there for it.
But only until, the wind turns everyone against you.
And they slowly drift away.
Creating the same feelings
My soul, the sun
One of the same.
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