the gold of the leaves

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I always liked the fall.
Well more like the progress of the fall,
The leaves slowly changing color,
Eventually getting to a beautiful golden yellow color.
The gold reminds me of someone, so pretty, such a delicate color, such a rare one.
It stands out above the rest, not afraid to stand out, not afraid to be known.
Such a pretty color
It deserves more than anything
Yet, I feel like I'm not worth this color
Like I'm to below it, it deserves the best.
I can't provide that, I can only give my best.
But that feels as though it's not enough, like I need to give more.
Eventually I'm torn because of it, my mind slowly breaking because I can't give the best.
Such a pretty color
Causes such destruction

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