Have I made another mistake
I feel the blazing heat consume me
All my inspiration feels like melting snow
My future spills out of my pockets
I hold on to my childhood to gather myself
I let down the ones I love for fear of night
The bright stars always hidden by clouds
The morning sun was my assured solace
Sweet solstice and solar flares infinite
I’m the daughter of the sun
The first forgotten one

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