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I think that my soul has died, and it scares me. Yet some how not enough to feel again. I keep thinking I'll be better once Autumn rolls around. I love the first day that you wake up . . .walk outside and feel cool wind on your face. I love wearing sweaters. I love so many many things, and all of them feel so very far away from me.
Why can't we overcome this wall
Well, maybe it's just because I didn't know you at all
Why can't we overcome this wall
Well, maybe it's just because I didn't know you at all