Like a leaf I die and wither,
these autumn days seam to last forever.
One day I'll fall below to the ground,
and like a leaf,
I wont make a sound.
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Autumn's Breeze
PoetryI wrote this poem myself and it's about a person who is always comparing themselves to everyone else and it basically just makes them feel like shit. They fall into a deep depression that they can't get out of. They end up ending their life and then...
