I remember my first heart break.
it was the end of august.
I was on a walk with my mom crying and she turned to me and said,
Autumn is the hardest season
The trees are our little reminder.
A reminder that everything that once lived, must die.
But isn’t it beautiful?
that after winter, will always come spring.
and so,
We begin again.
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it's the beauty in decay
...and so it was said!
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