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May 2020
The days are grey,
The nights are long,
and filled with the anxieties of the days to come.
The morning passes in a sigh,
and the night takes an eternity to end.

The morning birds no longer chirp,
The night stars no longer glimmer,
The days are monotonous,
And my life...
Is filled with despair.
written on a grey day.
Shadow
Written by
Shadow  Purgatory
(Purgatory)   
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