[Gray Is Yet Me]

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I am not dark as night.
Nor am I bright as day.
But simply in between, my soul lays.
I am not dead, but merely wish.
Not at a funeral, or a wedding i am seeked, but very often on a gloom day.Me as my own, not eaither of a mix. Very so few, you will see a splurdge of complete joy or completly gone.I'm simply stuck in the middle, of the beggining and death, with one simple wish, open these very daysto be out of my gloomand horrid feeling and thouht, but but to be merely forgotten as my shade is to, almost as if my life is now ended to a complete. I am not dark as night. Nor am I bright as day.But simply in between my soul lays.





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