I tried to recount a dream
But I can't remember anything
sleeping with my eyes wide open
but I never see anything
Drown with me
In the darkness of an october night
Sinking deep
to a place and time where I felt almost alright
I don't hate the winter
But i don't miss the cold
I don't hate your words
But I hate that we're older
The more I age the more I know
Every Step leaves less space to grow
trade discomfort for a heart of stone
the airs alright but the wind
chills me to the bone
frail and fragile
you left me battered and worn
nothing mattered
except trying to stay warm
I want more than existence
something more than cyclic days
I want to feel more like a person
and less like a mistake

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