Pain knocks at my door and says,
"Alas! here i am again,
I hope you had your breakfast right,
Wait, did you spent another miserable night?
Oh, sweetie, look at those dark patches,
What have you made of yourself?
Are you reflecting on the tears shed?
Or just too much cortisol glooming your head?
Now will you stop staring at the wall?
Go get me some wine,
Grab some ice cream along,
And where's the soundtrack of that lonesome song?
Sit with me for a while,
Let me fix this for you,
Swipe the messed up feelings from your lips,
Here you go, have a sip."
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