๐•ฐ๐–๐–Ž๐–™ ๐•พ๐–Ž๐–Œ๐–“

Light bleeds in like a lightning bolt

Shaking hands and sweaty palms
The stars shine
But all I see is darkness

Itโ€™s been a cold month
And a cold year

I wish I could see
The Sun through the leaves
The way I used to

I reach back through the past
For her
But she has blurry vision

Gripping herself
Walking a tight rope
Thin tunnel down to an exit sign
I havenโ€™t reached yet

When I opened my eyes
I saw myself

หšโ‹†โœฎ โ‹† หš๏ฝก๐–ฆน โ‹†๏ฝกยฐโœฉ

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