"it's not what you say, but how you say
it." keep telling yourself that and it will
become you. but when you're held up to the light
you're transparent. as the wind blows through the
skeletons of these trees it carries with it the
stale scent of hopelessness. the frost turns the
ground as white as your lifeless face. the
forests are burning. you had all the wrong
dreams, and now the forests are burning.
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