blues

So here they are again.

They come like awful friends who only remember you when they need you, and they bug you when you’re busy and you’re tired, and you’re helpless and you’re miserable, and you’re distraught and confused.

And they drag you, needlessly, all the same.

And they stay.

And you don’t know when they’ll leave you.

And they blur your eyes gray, and they dry your soul blue.

And they stay,

Oh, do they stay!

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