ALL THOSE DAYS

ALL THOSE DAYS
All those days when comfort was at its low,
And how days would seem to go by so slow
All those months those days when life had no meaning,
where i would stay up late to try and find a reason,
To live, to stay in a world that i seemed to hate,
All those days where i'd sit in my darkened room,
with a pen, a paper and my gloom.
All those days when I would cry over all my despair,
it seems pathetic now, but i thought life was so unfair.
But now those days are in the past and back in time,
never to be re-opened but only in this rhyme.

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