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The sky is blue today But sometimes it’s pink Sometimes it’s green Sometimes it’s a colour that I’ve never seen The sky is calming It draws you in Till your eyes roll over Like the clouds in the wind The sky is feeling When you think you’ve stopped breathing It gives life Hope Every so often, The sky turns dark And it starts to cry You feel sad again Your head filled with ‘why’s’ Your mind feels like a raging storm Lightning striking you on and on The sky is now bitter and cruel It’s everywhere It’s all over you Consuming you Don’t fret though, Because the sky changes It will brighten your life And colour your days And it can make you feel miserable In millions of ways The sky is intimidating And yet so gentle Sometimes, Even the sky is fine But I’m not I feel like I’m stuck In my own thunderstorm Like the rainclouds stick to me Wherever I go Those times where I just Don’t know When I just wish I could give up And for everything to be done My head swarming with dark thoughts; Pointing at my head with a gun I think, this is it The end has begun; But then I look at the sky And it is so beautiful.
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC
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The sky is blue today But sometimes it’s pink Sometimes it’s green Sometimes it’s a colour that I’ve never seen The sky is calming It draws you in Till your eyes roll over Like the clouds in the wind The sky is feeling When you think you’ve stopped breathing It gives life Hope Every so often, The sky turns dark And it starts to cry You feel sad again Your head filled with ‘why’s’ Your mind feels like a raging storm Lightning striking you on and on The sky is now bitter and cruel It’s everywhere It’s all over you Consuming you Don’t fret though, Because the sky changes It will brighten your life And colour your days And it can make you feel miserable In millions of ways The sky is intimidating And yet so gentle Sometimes, Even the sky is fine But I’m not I feel like I’m stuck In my own thunderstorm Like the rainclouds stick to me Wherever I go Those times where I just Don’t know When I just wish I could give up And for everything to be done My head swarming with dark thoughts; Pointing at my head with a gun I think, this is it The end has begun; But then I look at the sky And it is so beautiful.
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC
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