I’m absolutely positively positive about this.

Country autumn leaves,
Piled up on the cliff.
Off the cliff, the wind blows the leaves,
Upsetting the leafless swaying trees.
The rays of the sun is what they reflect,
Their golden surfaces, our minds’d neglect.
The winter is something the trees can’t reject.
They stay strong through winter as cold, hard objects.

Something i wrote quite some days back. For someone who’s never/forever[been] there for me.
I have discovered my absolute inability to trust anyone, love anyone other than God and my family.

I am absolutely positively positive about this.

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