2013,
Jan 1st.
As much as I hoped that you were warm and temperate, but I guess I've expected too much from you.
You're decaying from me, exactly like how the autumn leaves wither from it's parent tree.
I left, went through the frigid winter on my own. Misery was pretty much my soup of the day.
And now, I move forward, with all the might that I could muster, without any hesitation or confusion. No looking back.
Farewell.
Autumn : End
March 13, 2013
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