The rain begins again and I am not surprised.
The depression comes continually,
following me through my days.
I feel as if I could never be happy.
As a child,
I held my dreams close because there were many.
Now I hold them close,
because they are few and far between.
I had a love once,
but he is gone and will never return.
That is why my dreams have ended,
never to return,
just like the love I once knew.
1990
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