Sitting on the window
Little pitter-patter
No reason or rhyme
Just lack of sunshine
So the black hole returns
And my stomach churns
At the thought of the rain
Returning again
pitter-patter
rain falls
ruin crawls up my skin
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Author:
lunar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
this is just about getting out of a depressive episode and worrying about falling back into it
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