once; flourishing with life,
blooming with essence,
brimming with possibilities.
born again with each breath,
coming to life in each moment,
a new chance to make a change.
now winter has robbed me,
left me cold and barren,
and alone.
withering and crumbling,
facing the world with empty branches.
i have nothing left to give the world.
drooping limbs and idle dreams
pressed into a bleary morning sky,
one of many in my freezing future.
-lacerationxllama

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