One day it'll rain. So bad that
You'll get drenched and
Everything will be washed away.
All the pain and melancholia
Down the drain. Dark corners of
The mind cleansed with colors.
Done and dusted thoughts will be
Given wings and the gloomy face
Will be etched with a smile.
The dead insides will be stabbed
With life and you'll see a new
Horizon like a fool with no plan.
And then that person in the
Mirror will write you a song and
You'll be a singer of your own song.
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