Sugiura Asuna


It always happens

I can feel the time is near

I'm being left behind again

There is nothing I can do but wait, watch

And wonder what cruel new way fate has decided to break me this time

The feeling is like melancholy, a sadness I can't shake

It strikes a nerve within, it causes anger, flashing white

But as with most light, it soon fades to darkness and the weight returns

Dragging me down to the dredges of depression

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