Wake Me Up When September Ends

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Good morning, October.

Why do you
resemble September
so much?

My months fade into
each other like the colors
on autumn leaves.

But today there’s
a chill in the air;
it breezes through me .

Maybe this time
you will be the one
to break my fall.

Good morning, Change.

Inspired by: “Learning to Breathe” by Switchfoot and Proverbs 16:18

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