It is sunny, yet inside pouring rain drains me like wilted plant with arms soggy, left with no life drowned in misery. Endless stream flows unceasingly haunted by past so uncanny; the sad mem'ry, like broken record stocked, unmoved plays repeatedly. Sometimes I wish for strong wind to pass, to drive, to swift the record fast drop it strong break it into dust and gone with the wind to nowhere it last..../ghg
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