Right here, right now...
Sitting by this window, on this particular night
There's nothing really at all, that feels quite right
My thoughts are heavy, my hands oddly cold
Intense feelings wash over me, this is who I am, I've been told
But you know, this is just me, just what I'm thinking
Sitting here in the deep, this cold afternoon, shrinking...
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Crystal i lke this poem because it portrays a certain feeling that i am sure we all felt in lonely times trying to figure out in a way who we really are. You sit there and you think over and over again why something happened, why something didnt happen, will something happen? That is what i understood from this. One thing that you may want to tamper with and change is the poem is called As The Day Fades, however your first line is "Sitting by this window, on this particular NIGHT" and your last line is "Sitting here in the deep, this cold AFTERNOON, shrinking..." doesnt really work here according to me unless i did not fully understand the extent of your poem.
Vlad
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