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Symbolism of the Seasons in My Life

Broken branches.
Cold wind blows dead leaves around my face.
Dead.
Every thing is dead.
It is cold and depressing.
Why does the cold cut so annoyingly deep.
The tv. plays snow.
I hurt, but I always hurt.
This incessant symbolism of my pathetic life is making it all worse.
I die waiting for spring.
Will I also be reborn?
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