The clouds are back,
They'd gone away,
I really don't,
Know what to say.
The pain of past,
Of years gone by,
Were they a waste?
Or were there some highs?
Fear of teh future,
Of time unknown,
I hope I am ready,
To face things alone.
I pray these clouds,
Disperse quite fast,
Pain and worry,
Are never meant to last.
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