As I sit, eyes fixated on the lazily swaying purple leaves, transformed by an overly-eager autumn, I try desperately to not think.
I, the thinker grown tired of thinking, reflection of the lover, grown tired of loving, wish to simply watch the leaves in peace.
Take me far away, to a land where the remedy for my disease is more than just theory.
I, the thinker grown tired of thinking, reflection of the lover, grown tired of loving, wish to simply watch the leaves in peace.
Take me far away, to a land where the remedy for my disease is more than just theory.
Free me from a world turning faster than I can possibly catch up with.
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