The weather is complaining.
The world is going mad.
You can't make anything.
Breathe.
They're still talking.
They're never going to act.
Don't believe anything.
Breathe.
Green is gray.
Gray is everywhere.
The colours fade.
Breathe.
The flowers still shine.
Between the mayhem.
The wind carries a little hope.
Breathe.
Do you feel it?
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