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Headstone

 Like walking in a cemetery, I don’t need a headstone to remember you by, I pass through the panic peaks of weather, the wind is dropping down now to only a whisper, I need to go outside and stay, until I put myself together, where the air out there is free, for me, my reality is unraveling, and all I have are a dead man’s clothes to wear, I know I’m a fool but I can’t help it, everything I touch ends up terrible, I need to go outside and stay, until I put myself together, where the air out there is free, for me, I’m afraid I interrupted something, although Graveyard talk is one-sided, the work I do can be done with My eyes shut, We sure pick a funny place to hide, I need to go outside and stay, until I put myself together, where the air out there is free, for me, if I give this up then you’ll know, it was over my dead body, I keep coming back for more, because I live as though dying

— §tacy §weeney