THE AUTUMN CRUNCH OF DEAD LEAVES AS YOU STOMP AROUND THE WILD WOODS, CHILDHOOD LAUGHTER BURNING IN YOUR EYES. THE WORLD WAS DEAD AROUND YOU, BUT YOU CAN'T HELP BUT FEEL THE OLD MEMORIES THAT HAD BEGUN TO FADE. YOU CAN'T HELP BUT GRASP THE WORN POLAROIDS ILLUSTRATING THE WORLD YOU WERE ONCE BOUND TO, YOU JUST CANT HELP IT. THOSE COFFEE SPILLED PHOTOGRAPHS WERE HOME AND YOU'D BE DAMNED IF YOU EVER LET GO OF THAT FEELING.
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ROT CRAWLING UP THE SHIVERING BODY OF WHICH IS YOURS AS YOU WATCH WITH WORN EYES AS YOU SLOWLY FADE AWAY UNTIL YOU ARE ONE WITH THE WORLD THAT WAS ONCE JUST WITHIN YOUR HANDS. BUT YOU SMILE, BECAUSE GOOD THINGS CAN'T LAST FOREVER. THEY'RE FLEETING, CHERISHED MOMENTS THAT EVENTUALLY ARE TAINTED BY NEW MOMENTS AND MEMORIES UNTIL THEY ARE BURIED SIX FEET UNDERGROUND.
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THE HITCH IN YOUR BREATH AS YOU SLOLWY FALL UNDER THE LULLING SOUNDS OF THE EARTH BECKONING YOU TO SLEEP, AND THE SLOWLY RESONATING ECHO OF YOUR HEART DYING UNDER THE PRESSURE BEING PLACED. YOU WERE A POLAROID, EVENTUALLY GONE AND RIPPED AND TORN TO PIECES UNTIL NOT EVEN TAPE CAN PUT YOU TOGETHER AGAIN. YOU WERE NUMB, DARK, AND LACKING LIGHT. YOU WERE A DEAD PLANT THAT COULD NO LONGER GROW, SO YOU SHRIVELED AWAY TO DUST.
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