Pain, loss, and discomfort
Pain, loss, and discomfort seem to be major factors of life. So weigh my soul. Find me guilty of sins, crimes, wrongs I’ve committed. Listen to the cries and pleads for mercy. Listen to the way the wind blows through the trees. Do you think they feel discomforted by an Autumn rain? Do you think they feel? I wish I didn’t feel but then again I try not to feel most of the time anyways. As a matter of fact, I don’t feel. Not enough to care anyways.
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