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Days on Earth hasn' been so well.
There were days of agony where I wish my problems would perish to speckles of glitter.
Some days my feet would touch the ground but my soul is drifting to away with my thoughts.
Most days the weather is at breeze but all I feel is the cold wind brushing through my pale skin.

"This too shall pass"

It will but what if the repercussions does not?