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Overwhelmed by simple tasks
What is this I have become?
Sadness, behind my smiling mask
Truth is… I am feeling numb

Emotional, at the slightest change
Tears flow, and for no reason
Even to myself, I feel quite strange
Perhaps, it is that time of season

Where leaves once painted the trees
Now they lay, lifeless and brown
I watched them whirl, in the breeze
On their way, swiftly, falling down

I can relate to the leaves, you see
I’ve spiraled with them, for so long
Much like a twister, roaming free
Yet, unknowing if I truly belong


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Image by Mabel Amber, still incognito… from Pixabay