Some days the sun shines. Some days the beams flood your spirit, circulate through you and simply bring a smile to your face. Some days are good, happy, carefree. Some days you are glad to be breathing. But then there are some days where the smile brought upon your face sinks to the ground. You realize the good days were just an illusion, not real, completely fake. The good days are gone, you're sure of it. Some days you want to die, drown in the sea of despair that clouds your everything. Some days are hell. Some days are most days. Some days can lead to last days.
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a collection of deep thoughts
Poetry☻swimming under the midnight rain☻ Simply pages of thoughts, feelings, ideas, spilled out into words. To get out before I go mad.
