There is no sun today,
maybe tomorrow or the day after,
I see the sky, dark-gloomy
just as my mind.
I put a hoodie on,
dipped my hand into my pants pocket,
slowly, walk alone through the hard rain,
I wish, could erase every pain.
I stop in a city park,
grasses are covered in dew,
I'm sitting by myself,
I see myself buried beneath the gloomy of my mind.
I want to rest, I want to expunge myself.
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