Gray Days

Another day,

Can it get anymore gray?

Life's grayer than all fifty shades,

Don't look at my wrists,

Blame the razor blades,

It's not my fault,

I wasn't born this way,

It's just another day,

And it's getting even more gray.

 

 

 

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