grey

like fog

like storm clouds

like pencil smudges

like lint from my pocket

like dirty concrete floors

like high stone walls

like depression

like me
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They have greatly oppressed me from my youth, but they have not gained the victory over me.
Plowmen have plowed my back and made their furrows long.
But the Lord is righteous; he has cut me free from the cords of the wicked.
Psalm 129:2-4