Do I look like come cheerful chap? Maybe.
Am I one? No.
Storms form quickly and easily. Can it ever be cleared, in my very own sky? Doubtful.
Scars are permanent.
At times, it's just so hard to please people.
And I have long lost the ability to do so.
What is everything becoming?
Can someone enlighten me?
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