I just can't seem to do things right. So let me write you something; The falling leaves seem to mirror my motivation as it sways low to a solemn autumn song. Bitterly left cold to freeze the winter's hyms... I only wish I could ignite these buring flames.
De-riddledly, (That's not a word...) I can't seem to find a fit and its stalling me badly!
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