set against the background of the harvest the frigid autumn air hinders progress nearing the top of the precipice looking down failures and shortcomings jeopardize my crown of mental victories tucked away for another rainy saturday an escape from methodic routine wakes me up from the lethargy of everyday routine tucks me in to bed at night when i can't see the sway of the forest lurking right outside hiding light from my bedside cover me in clouds of ignorance and whisper my life story in defence i've nothing left to give you but i'm willing to lament about my awkward journey to the end
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