Here I am on first day of fall.
Starting to feel how losing something means.
Here I am in the middle of fall.
Losing the hope of getting better.
Here I am at the end of fall.
Wondering "Am I living or Alive!"
Winter came by reminding that I can still feel.
Spring brimmed with unfailing hope for life.
Summer surprised with hurdles of heat.
Cautioning that life is not going to be easy.
There comes fall again.
To remind I am going get through this like last time.
Life just goes on...

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