Listlessly falling helplessly.

Autumn leaves shower the ground, forming a carpet of golds, reds, and yellows. Once vibrant branches, now barren.

He took a deep breath. His nostrils were met by the sting of the early morning air that whispered of the fast approaching winter.

The chickadees sing their sweet morning melody, rousing him from the remnants of sleep's enchantment.

Dawn is breaking.

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I wonder, sometimes, if I am right in thinking that all it takes to free myself of this self-suppressing cycle of masochism was letting go of the past. I have made countless attempts, yet all of them result in failure. Perhaps, it is time I went back to the drawing board and devise a new plan. Maybe, I need to add to it. Perhaps, I have to confront the past in order to be able to let it go. So far, all I have done is push it all deep into the bowels of my mind. Not the best of solutions. If only... if only there was a way. I grow weary of fighting this fight over and over again. I am... truly tired, physically and mentally. I wish I could just wake up one day and be free of this burden. To just forget it all. But, alas, that will never be possible. And so I must experience this cycle over and over again, until I am able to find a way out of it. Somehow.