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it's funny how envy turns to anger when green leaves turn to amber between summer and wintertime. it's funny how hatred turns to pleading when you're fed up with dealing with the white noise in your mind. are you ready for the fall of everything you ever saw? the days grow short, the nights grow cold, and you can't trust a thing you're told at all.
on an anxiety block we're cast away, doomed to fear what we could not say to the children of the parents that have our names and to the parents of the children that know our games. i just cannot comprehend how these means will find an end to the hungry ghosts that haunt the night. and the kids in the back - they ain't looking alright. i'm itching, i'm hurting... you feel it too. i know you'll forget what i asked of you. from the hungry ghosts that haunt the night, that haunt my dreams: i think it's alright that you're itching, you're hurting; i feel it too, and i hope you forget what i put you through...
one day we will compromise while staring into october's eyes, recalling distant times we spent not asking why or what it meant.
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