Rain

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I hate rainy days.
Maybe it's because I may have a seasonal affective disorder.
It also could be because I'm not having a good day.

The cold, rainy day
Is only the beginning
Waiting for the sun

If depression is
What I am feeling right now
I would like to know

Words don't work today
They might not work tomorrow
I want this to end

The worst feeling is
The cold shivers of the wind
I feel more alone



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