Things are so different.
I needed reminder of who I am.
It seems like things changeing
was the best way to get it.
Moments like these are so fleeting,
and I’m too slow to even meet them.
So here I am,
and when winter comes,
things won’t be different.
They’ll still be changeing
much too fast for me to keep up,
but at least it will be cold.
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