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Grey skies and cloudy days
Thunder rumbles summer rains
Grey like distant trobbing pains
Spotty vision, muscle strains
Grey as sounds like static noise
Empty headed girls and boys
Grey like misty laughing gas
Shaky breath, exhaled 'At last'
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I haven't got much to say except I'm a teenager that detests English class far too much to like reading and writing outside of a school setting. Well, I like writing, but I'm still pretty bad at it. Be gentle with me, pretty please.
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