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A dark or melancholy tone
From a bright eyed girl fighting all alone...
That place, I finally reached it,
Rock bottom, nothing beneath it...
You're so ominous in your ways , I can't figure...
Things seem to look up and then drastically turn...
When the sky clears up and the rain has gone away
I want to forget the pain that made me this way...
Reoccurring circumstances
Pessimistic actions...