I'm not a writer, just a bored gamer...
Far away from the world, I get in my head
Thoughts are coming in, like a river flowing into the ocean
Today is the day my existence fades away ...
Browning, old fellow,
Your leaves grow yellow,
Beginning to mellow
As seasons pass.
Your cover is wrinkled,
And stained and sprinkled,
And warped and crinkled
From sleep on the grass.
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