And suddenly its not so bright anymore. The sun shines in full force, raining is rays over the city; letting the civilians know that spring is here and summer is soon. And yet, I still feel the cold breeze of winter.
As buds blossom and the spring styles walk down the street, I still see a world of grey. I know that spring beauty is there. I just can't see it.
Instead I'm weighed heavily and more tired than usual.
The story has taken a sudden shift. And still, I turn the page.
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