I dread when you visit, dimming my spirit
Restricting my breathing, anger is seething
Now the lethargy shifted and the black cloud has lifted
My head feels lighter and my mood is much brighter.
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I dread when you visit, dimming my spirit
Restricting my breathing, anger is seething
Now the lethargy shifted and the black cloud has lifted
My head feels lighter and my mood is much brighter.