Roslyn
Tonight I will dream about skipping the next two months of my life
I will dream about standing on the edge of my rooftop and listening to Roslyn by Bon Iver as I jump.
But instead of lying facedown on the ground, becoming gravity's bitch,
I will soar into the air
Have no troubles
No worries
No thoughts.
I bring it on myself
I try so hard to make myself happy
But the only place I am happy
Is in my dreams
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