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Mar 2016
Leaves falling, symbolic death
A human taking their last breath
Look around
As the wind blows us round and round
Where you stop, no one knows
The journey you will undergo
Maybe one day, we all will see
That we should have held on
To that little tree

☁️
S G Arndt
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S G Arndt  24/M/Midwest
(24/M/Midwest)   
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