The sky is solid dark gray. Overcast, dreary, it bleeds down from the sky, covering everything. It would seem depressing but it’s been like this so many days in a row, it doesn’t really feel like anything anymore. Every day, I wake up and it’s the same: already nearly as dark as I left it the night before, already pushing day into night before it even had a chance to get started. I fall asleep, wake up, it’s overcast and dreary grey. It feels more nothing than depressing, every day the same as before.
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