Passing Through

By: Traci Taylor
September 2014

Every day that passes,
I feel a little less like myself

Every day that passes,
I begin to question everything around me

Every day that passes,
I wonder how I got to this exact moment

Every day that passes,
I try to look for the sun in the pouring rain

Every day that passes,
I can’t help but miss your voice that used to call my name

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