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I'm in awe every moment I admire her every word and movement It's impossible for me to ignore her I think about her every minute I have to suppress the thought of her just to get things done She is my fire in the sky when I can't see the sun I'm just so hateful I want to hate her but I can't find a single reason What will become of thoughts like this I just want to grab her wrist and show her hands are meant to be held How can a person be like a season? Like the leaves in fall I can make her face turn red Autumn is only person that makes my anger and hate decimate
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC
Autumn
I'm in awe every moment I admire her every word and movement It's impossible for me to ignore her I think about her every minute I have to suppress the thought of her just to get things done She is my fire in the sky when I can't see the sun I'm just so hateful I want to hate her but I can't find a single reason What will become of thoughts like this I just want to grab her wrist and show her hands are meant to be held How can a person be like a season? Like the leaves in fall I can make her face turn red Autumn is only person that makes my anger and hate decimate
Autumn isn't even real, she's a generic(fictional) representation of everything perfect and every imperfection you can adore in a single human being.
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC
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