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October
-Aasim
October
The month of Fall
Our worlds fell apart
And I fell, deeper than I ever did
October
It took and it gave
Maybe it took more than it gave
But who's keeping count?
October
An Icarus was born
But the Sun won't hurt you
No, only the Sea will
October
Nah, I'll save some for May
Or a mayday
Which is everyday
So, I leave with a familiar question:
Will you come to my funeral?
Aasim
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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