It's been almost three years and honestly not much has changed.
I'm shrouded in rain,
But I've only myself to blame.
Uncanny trepidation in the most average situations,
A single breathe
To whisk me away.
The people that I know, the people that I knew,
They're all heading somewhere and I'm still heading nowhere.
I'm always searching for a way out
Because I can't handle all the stress.
It's been almost three years
And honestly some things might have changed.
Cloudy skies remain;
My active mind's to blame.
I promise I'm making progress; I'm always making progress.

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