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See how deeply I inhale when air is toxic
See how all my pleasure is painful
See how little I care about reality

Everybody is cheering for autumn,
I can’t wait for the sun to hit bottom.
For the moon to dominate every day
For nightfall to visit without delay.

See how comfortable I am out in the cold
See how the stars stay hopeful and faint
See how confused about myself I really am

I always savor the end of the year
Nostalgic, uneasy in a diseased fear.
It’s when I feel most lonely, unstable
Escaping into another fable.

See how I’m uncertain when or how to engage
See how you make me indecisive
See how time isn’t going to fix anything

I don’t know how to write my own story.
I don’t know how to find my own glory.
I’m reaching out for something or someone,
For an anchor to this but there is none.