nothing but fallen leaves,
in the forest of dead trees,
there is no oxygen to breath,
just empty thoughts that won't leave,
that put my mind under Siege,
and happiness is just a figure of speech,
not an actual reality,
more of a dream that ends happily,
or is nothing but a tale of misery,
either way life has no shape,
and death is the only escape.
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