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On this rainy morning full of anxious sighs and dirty laundry,

my insecurities are somewhat confident

(Don't ask me to explain the contradiction)



On this smoky morning in the mountains, all my irrational thoughts are only mildly scary

And I long for the end  

I long for the end but I know that when it does come I will feel weak and alone

(more contradictions)



And I immerse myself in words that feel so warm,

like the earth, like these hills

Maybe this is home?



But the laundry will never be finished and my sighs will come more steadily and the rain may never stop

and these feelings may stay with me, lingering in this gloomy weather

and all the while, the wind will cut at my face



I know that my clothes may never quite fit and I know that the distance will grow



But I know that someday I will be something great, despite my anxious sighs and dirty laundry