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I’ve grown so distant
From the world around
Grown so cold
In the ensuing summer.
I feel the winter
Creeping, calling.
I hear the leaves
Tripping, falling.
The sky she cries
God, I’m bawling.
Eavesdropping,
Bar hopping.
I leave behind
My old status.
Try to find
A new quo.
Here I am,
Afraid to go.
Here I am,
Afraid to die.
Here I seek
A new calling.
Here I lie,
Falling.

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