Eighty seven

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Wouldn't it be so much easier

if unlike the seasons

we could never change

from heated summer

to cold winter

from flowery spring

to rusty autumn

we would stay one person

all year

no heated arguments

to melt the freezing blues

no petals scattered around

to alleviate the dust that gathers

just one person

who understands us better than anyone

who would never change colours

whatever that colour may be

we would never have to worry

about whether depression is knocking

on the chambers of our hearts

or not

because we won't be us

I'll be me

without any doubts

or the dirt in my mind

a clean slate

to start new

-E

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