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The grey clouds are opressive. it seems like the sky is hanging so low, you can feel it breathing down your neck. like a mother that doesn't know when to stop fussing, a father who can't stop critisizing, a lover who simply won't do anything. opressive
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...i dunno. it was one of those emotional ventings that turned into a free write with it's own attitude.
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