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Oct 2013
Fall is so beautiful, but everything’s dying for a fresh start.
To sacrifice yourself to have a new life, to be able to start again. To be able to forget what you’ve seen, and felt from memories and to let those leaves fall from their branches, only to be blown away by the winds of defeat of weakness. You slowly let me fall like the one last leave in mid november that didn’t want to detach. But you let me. the autumn breeze kissed me, when all you ever did was push me further.
Jess
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Jess  Ontario
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