Possibly Dark
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Ongoing19m
Last published Sun, Feb 1, 2015
A series of thoughts,
Especially at night,
Could be heartwrenching,
Overwhelming,
Depressing.
And someday, it is going to reach to a point where,
crying no longer works,
cutting won't be able to take away the pain,
breathing might be no longer neccessary.
Or maybe, it could be the other way round.
Like how
The smiles of other people brightens up my day,
Another stormy day is just a challenge,
A sob is a sign of frustration.
Yes, and yes, it could be Possibly Dark.
A Possibly Dark life.
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