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He loves the season called autumn,
"Everything is beautiful but dying." He says.
As the sun gazed upon his face with its rays.
"Then why do you love it?" I replied.
"Because it gave me a reminder to never do that to the person that I love." He said with a smile.
But guess what? He lied.
He was like autumn,
Everything he touches,
Dies.
And unfortunately, he touched me.
But his love made me cry.
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