This summer breeze surrounds me in this moment of time,
The breeze whistles so closely to my ear,
My skin bristles,
I am no longer here,
I’m gone,
I’ve lost my soul,
I’m so morbid, so alone,
I need your touch to rejuvenate my soul,
To patch up this seeping hole,
All my pride has drifted away,
I’m afraid of the light that comes with day,
It doesn’t seem to matter anyway,
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