I don’t stand a chance against this rain.
I'll have to close my eyes on this again.
The mixed cd and the flowers in the attic.
Forget what it felt like, but it was awhile back.
The hope that maybe someday I will heal,
in a way that maybe this time karma won’t steal.
I missed it in the winter and the fall,
hoped summer would end the circular wall.
But it’s May and it just started to snow,
So I'm guessing it will take awhile to know.
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