It's one of those sorts of days.
When the grey seems to leak around.
Making everything seem gloomy,
Making me want to frown.
Its not like I'm one for sun.
But these days just seem too drag...
All the colour of life's been sucked out,
And happy emotions lag.
But we are in England you see,
This weather is the norm.
You'd think that we'd be used to it,
From sunset too the dawn.
Maybe that's why we're serious,
We only know what is grey,
Hopefully one day we'll get some colour,
Too send our blues on its way.
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
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