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i watch the trees outside of my house how leaves fall from the tree to the ground but they don't make a sound, they're as quiet as a mouse and they sit and they wait and wait until they are found but sometimes people don't pick up leaves and people leave them to be swept away by some old man trying to get his pay i always pick leaves up because i know how it feels to be alone in a place you don't know but that only happens to be in my mind where i am alone and cannot be found
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Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 2:52 AM UTC
tree | leaves
i watch the trees outside of my house how leaves fall from the tree to the ground but they don't make a sound, they're as quiet as a mouse and they sit and they wait and wait until they are found but sometimes people don't pick up leaves and people leave them to be swept away by some old man trying to get his pay i always pick leaves up because i know how it feels to be alone in a place you don't know but that only happens to be in my mind where i am alone and cannot be found
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Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 2:52 AM UTC
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