She said, “I know what it feels like. You feel dead and useless by the night. Wake up too late, head spinning with thoughts, can’t recall dates or names; you’ve forgot. Who knows these burdens that you bear?” Don’t let them get to you. Don’t let them sink through your skin like they often do. Most days the sun is in your eyes, but who can see through all that light? I’ll be the clouds that sleep over town and remain through nightfall when the coyotes will sound. I know we both can leave this all. I won’t let them get to you, I won’t let them drag you right in to their walking blues, those are sorry shoes to be in.
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