Melancholy

The feeling it just washes over me. Washing all the colour out. All the hope it evaporates. I just sit and stare. Stare at what, nothing, just the inner monologue inside my head. A cliche battleground.

One, that I hope to defeat.

Become victorious in my own battle against myself.

The chances seem slim though.

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