The leaves fall, the wind sends a chill, seasons change again. This dirt in my hands runs through my veins and reminds me that I am human.
The world calls out for me to prove myself, as if it's going to right all the wrongs.
It's funny how things work. Has no logic, order, or sequence. Discovered fear once again, trying once again.
My disconnect between my brain, emotions, and actions once again realized.
Oh God
You know how to heal,
So heal this broken person,
So heal this broken land.
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