My tea has gone cold, and I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all?
The morning rainclouds up my window, and I can't see at all.
Even if I could it would all be grey.
It is night, and the moon hangs proudly whilst I put on my make up.
It hurts. I am in pain. But pills don't heal souls.
So I go out. To cry. To feel something.
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