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Sometimes we need to inhale a stormy day,
and let it wash the pain from days of agony away.
Sometimes we as humans need just one day of sorrow and gloom,
Never give up, especially when times are tough and things seem dimmer;
Those times build us, mold us from fragile dust, into clouds that shimmer;
To something by far more meaningful and far much greater;
Childish
Attention whore
Fat
Ugly
That's what they called me
The names that still ring in my ears as clear as the blue ocean that wraps around your toes and covers your feet with momentary protection
