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Autumn


Water spills from the sky in April. 

Water drowns me in September. 

Am I alive? Am I still breathing? 

 

I used to like Autumn, 

when the leaves would fall. 

But it's gotten like winter,

I feel my mind build another wall. 

I hate winter. 

I hate spring.

I hate summer. 

I hate myself. 

But autumn, 

Autumn was always calming. 

The smell of the autumn air,

It was a drug to me. 

It healed my hidden wounds. 

It saved me from mental scars. 

But at some point,

The smell disappeared. 

The nostalgic drug was finally dead,

It was a mirror of my old life. 

I guess they faded as one. 

My happiness left altogether. 

I try. 

I have a moment of happiness,

But it only last in that moment. 

It is forgotten as soon as it's over. 

 

Save me. 

 

I hate winter. 

I hate spring. 

I hate summer. 

I hate myself. 

 

But I'll keep autumn,

As a reminder. 

It reminds me of better days,

When I had you,

When I had life. 

 

Water spills from the sky in April. 

Wake me when September Ends.

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