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Sep 2020
A golden day today shall be
The clouds are dark
The sky is bleak
Winds blow cold
They bite me deep
A golden day it is indeed!
Maybe there is something to be said about perspective, I have always been skeptical about such things, but maybe my days would be better if I just told myself they were good.
Written by
Jackson Bussey  19/M
(19/M)   
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