((writing session in bad is happening now, i repeat xDD i am lazing in bed and writing, like if it was autumn...
ugh... i miss the cold...))
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September 6th
Autumn is life’s killer; when all the leaves turn dark and brown and floor the very ground they once so brilliantly shone on, and the summer breeze is caught away by the cooling winds of the greyish clouds that now dominate a sunken sky where once the sun swam in a blue ocean, when all the pure joy turns into a foggy thought of what was and what will be and the things that should but have never happened, then autumn did its duty and killed the life you once believed to live.
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Autumnal scene with golden-orange leaves falling from trees, framing a deserted street with dilapidated, historic buildings in a quiet town
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