It’s days like this that really get to you

Make you feel like the bandaid was ripped off

While you were looking the other way

Trying to cross the street on the highway

Risking your life stupidly, just like any other decision

You seem to make nowadays;

It’s not half bad that you’ve given up smoking

But it is terrible you now indulge in things

That can kill you much quicked

It’s days like this, when sky is like iron and the wind is endless,

And brutal and nobody really cares

About those tiny little sunlight blossoms

Through the clouds

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