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Grey Days
Sometimes there are grey days inside the head
In place of sun, there's rain instead,
I've never liked these days inside my head.
It's the feeling of having to leave the bed
and trying to walk with your feet like lead,
No one likes these days inside the head.
It is on these days that you will often see red
because you can always remember something horrible someone said,
No one likes these days inside the head.
Maybe you came home and your cat was dead
or you had to finish that disgusting meal you were forcibly fed,
I hate the grey days inside my head.
But rainbows come after the storm as I'm sure I've read
So, so long grey day, it's a beautiful morning ahead!
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