II. Atlas
1am
Looking for a blue
Rainy sky.
Seemed too washed,
Dashed in red
Soaked by the horizon.
You and me,
When'd our futures go
Different ways.
No space left for me
Stuck hanging around solo.
Overdosing on feelings
Ascending to the sky.
Problems and drama
Crashing down on my back.
Holding them up
The best I can.
No doubts I'm at this.
Breaking down
Screaming and crying.
I never saw this coming.
Maybe tomorrow
I'll be okay.
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