Five-Day Forecast Over The Amygdaloid Nuclear Complex

Depression is a drizzle
Anxiety is sleet
And anger is a hurricane
That whips you off your feet

A cyclone speaks of silence
The rain relays regret
I can’t predict the weather
But I know I’m getting wet.

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