So and so on gentle clouds, drifting by without a whim
Waving hands and jabbing feet
Screaming, crying, cursing, swinging like a wild child
Swirling rain does fall upon us
In the form of neglect, sadness, and anguish
Along with a swift kick to the temples
But do we umbrella ourselves with love and company?
No, we stand alone in storms, in morose weather's fits
For we wish to bare it all like heroes
Never asking for help or the feeling of one's hand in theirs
Ending up with one dreadful sickness in the heart
That medicine cannot cure this time
Soothing Community Member 
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