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The leaves are changing their colors like I am changing my name. No longer thriving, bright, and sturdy on my branch; I am now dark and desolate on the ground. Making one with perished grass and the worms because it feels like "us" outside and I just don't have the energy to grow anymore. Renaming myself "Autumn" because I am nothing but dried up leaves on your bedroom floor.
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
Pushing Up Daisies
The leaves are changing their colors like I am changing my name. No longer thriving, bright, and sturdy on my branch; I am now dark and desolate on the ground. Making one with perished grass and the worms because it feels like "us" outside and I just don't have the energy to grow anymore. Renaming myself "Autumn" because I am nothing but dried up leaves on your bedroom floor.
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
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