A Break
The sky was blue, the plants covered in dew,
and the spring made it all feel so new.
Everything in your head could melt away
with a morning in the mountains
surrounded by a foggy grey.
I listened to Seether and the Amity Affliction-
I liked songs and the pain they depicted
and it'd all be okay on those days-
up in the mountains, far far away.
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