October 2016

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10-5-16

October
Lost for words like I was in September
I could tell you that I haven't been sleeping much lately
That the fall chill keeps me awake
About how I've lost my mind
For about the thousandth time
As I watch my beautiful summer die
The leaves die
People laugh and kick them up
Pick pumpkins and drink hot coffee
Wear cute sweaters and dream of Halloween
When its my own mental misery
I'm always cold
My skin is losing its tan
My blonde hair is getting darker
And my mood is getting worse
Its dark at 7
Its hard to get out
In my mind its getting darker
In my mind I'm falling as well

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