I feel as if I'm,
as if I'm in a dream,
a dream I cannot wake up from,
a dream I cannot escape.

Outside the leaves are changing,
yellow orange and brown.

With the change the wind also shifts,
with the wind the first snow falls.

I'm missing all of it,
I'm losing so much time.
These tear wont ever stop!

Outside a full harvest moon rises,
they sky is open,
the stars shine bright and clear.
The days pass by,
halloween draws near.

There is no comfort here,
the head throbs,
and bomb threats arise.

We're all dressed the same,
some sort of perfect world,
some sort of world gone horribly wrong.

I wounder what it would be like to die.

Would everything collapse?
Would everything fade?
Would there be an afterlife?
I wish had some answer.

If only I had 3 wishes.
Afew I could only begin to voice.

Outside the sun rises,
the moon sets,
the sun sets,
the moon rises.

They said need help.
Funny...
This isn't really helping.

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