This world is a beautiful place
You have people to share
Things to do
Good books to read
Scenes to see.
Wind to feel
And unicorns to imagine.
But somedays
Are just as grey.
The days that suffocates
The days, where you snuggle
Inside your blanket
But couldn't feel safe.
The days when you try speaking
Truth of yours
But the words couldn't escape.
The days where
There's nothing to do
Just sitting alone
In a sour way.
The days that tears you apart
And when you imagine
You couldn't find no unicorns
To mend your heart.
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