It wasn't just rainy days and Mondays that got you down.
My guess is it was love.
Lost love, love never found, unrequited love or not enough love.
Maybe you didn't feel loved (at least not by the person you needed love from)
Did you deprive yourself because you felt unworthy? Un-lovable?
The lilting voice of a songbird that brought joy, now brings tears. Loved by so many, known to so few.
Dead at 32.
"And when the evening comes we smile,
So much of life ahead"
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