Sunlight

 A

sunny day.

The way you

talk to me makes

my whole mood switch

from gray. The constant aches and

pains, feel like nothing when you say

my name. From thunderstorms to a foggy haze

the eternal brightness you make me feel will never

fade because you are my sunshine on a cloudy day.

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