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i think i'm wearing myself thin again

the nights grow longer and colder

and my eyes sink further in

until i actually start seeing what i'm thinking

what am i capable of?

there are times when i cover myself in color

it's not a distraction;

i catch myself staring out at the city

and the rain makes a good blanket

so that everything about the city is quiet and calm

i need to find a compass

and right myself again