The summer dies a winter starts a new. Fall and autum fade away as if never exsiiting. Is it right this way, I don't know. What is right though. I'm so lost. lost in the woods of my mind. The tress of worry grow wild. The flowers of love slowly passing. Why do the seasons go away?Birth sign: Virgo
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