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October
-Aasim
October
The month of Fall
Our worlds fell apart
And I fell, deeper than I ever did
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October
It took and it gave
Maybe it took more than it gave
But who's keeping count?
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October
An Icarus was born
But the Sun won't hurt you
No, only the Sea will
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October
Nah, I'll save some for May
Or a mayday
Which is everyday
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So, I leave with a familiar question:
Will you come to my funeral?
Aasim
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I never was an artist, and this never was a part of the plan. "October" was written during a tumultuous time, when the seasons were changing and so were the people. The constants became inconsistent and I had to let go of my once forever. But, where I lost a person, I gained a village to fill the void.
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