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After all the cemetery walks and self-analytic talks, the sulking and the wishing for a less cold and uphill coarse. I'm satisfied and self-aware without desire to explain my complacence. I see no reason to defend the things I've acquired during infructescense. I've shaken down trees leaving them bare, watered new plants to no avail. Seasons change and time has passed, pain and loss was all but lacked. There are things that change and things that don't, things that will and things that won't. Truth can hurt and truth can heal, truth is in knowing which truths to feel. Forcing new seasons never changed much at all but fall came without asking and without my control. Finally the cost has been paid in full I've found justice in Autumn for all I've been through.
6:49 AM
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