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You stare up into the sky.
White clouds mottle the blue perfection
But the gray is moving in.
The storm clouds begin to suffocate
And you will asphyxiate.
Your heavy heart wraps its strings
Around your darling neck.
It weighs down,
Pulling the life right out of you.
You will never rise to see the sun again.