
in a
mood
pensive
rain is
falling
crying
I feel
like I should not
like I am lost
like I am crushed
by the rain
by my mood
trapped
in the loneliness
of my world
intolerance
to myself
to the rain
to my mood
You lose yourself in the void of loneliness Fugitive from the world ; O, soul, always ; It is the time of bitter tears - Listen ... it is the hour of cowardice ...
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