It’s one of those days
That comes for no reason,
No matter what the season,
When the tears come,
And come, and then some.
It’s one of those days
When the pallor stays
From the night’s slow creep
Through hours of no sleep
In the dark’s baffling maze
Lit only by a bitter blaze
Fuelled by pages of regret and shame
And dossiers of failure and blame.
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