Music: All I've got by the Used
Ok, I have a writer's block. So until it leaves, no short stories, right now I'm gonna try to write a poem, just a warning,it's gonna stink.
Leaves fall to the floor
Wind blows through the trees
Walking in the fall is no chore
I hear the buzzing of the bees
That's awful i can't go on anymore.
Later!
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