Leaves are falling, again.
Chaos has broken my mind; the logic is dissipating from my precious reserves. There are no reasons to mend the wounds.
Doing the right thing has brought me sorrow. Denying myself has brought me pain. My very nature has given me grief.
There are no answers to these hardships; there is no help for these heavy burdens. The journey is a circle without an exit.
Life is funny, sometimes.
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