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Summer changes to autumn changes to winter changes to spring,
But all that’s left is this profound loneliness in your skin
This ache in your bones
Settling like sand dust
Your palms scratch it to find decayed, barren rust
Summer changes to autumn changes to winter changes to spring,
And those letters you write to yourself, they’re still the only weak link.
That you have to be here
You have to survive
That little girl with the pigtails
And crooked teeth wants to witness the rest of your life
That girl you once were
That girl you somewhere lost
That happiness that fled in a blink
When summer changed to autumn changed to winter changed to spring.