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Last Year
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Empty Autumn leaves on my front step,
reminds me of last year
The year I could not see the colors of them
Cleaning necessities
that aren't really there
My singing obsession
is all I can bare
Paranoia in my veins
hands racing around my rib cage
Waking up to nothing
chills in my bones,
bruising softly
Goodnite was my overused word
cause I accomplished nothing all day
Then at nightime
I would seem OK.
Running sugar high
chasing my late dawn
Walking ahead
My heart moves on
