Something tells me
I can never be happy
I try as hard as I can to feel the joy of a laugh
But there is no feeling of my beating heart
Alas
I dream of these feelings but rarely remember
Just waiting for the falling leaves of September
Waiting for the winter to end
Waiting for the feeling of love again
To see all these colors, I once again feel alive
So one day, I hope to lay on these leaves of color and peacefully die
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