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I think I am in Love,
with September.
Or
Maybe I love him,
the September born boy.
Maybe.
Definitely.
Maybe at the death of summer,
the invincible autumn made me alive!
I've spoken so many honest lies to myself,
That now I have start believing
That
Truth is fictitious.

Convenience is convenient.

— The End —