Autumn

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The ground is frosted, the leaves falling.

Trees were sleeping, dying, crying.

I can only puzzle over how reflective Autumn is on my life.

I fell in love with the forbidden. The sacred. The untouchable.

Now I am bleeding; inside I am dying.

I am forever to be left lonely. By myself. Loveless.

Forever regretting digging my own grave, I put myself closer to it.

My wrists are scarred, screaming.

I can still hear him, his lovely laugh like a bewitching bell.

The words I'd heard just minutes ago

Still ring a melancholy chime, overwhelming the agonizing cries of my psyche.

The ground was frosted, the leaves fallen.

Trees have slept, died, cried.

I only ever once wondered how reflective Autumn is on my life.

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