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These leaves fall from the tree's. The ground takes a golden yellow colour and the sky fades from blue to grey. It all looks so gentle and crisp. I cant help but think of all these colours being fake. They are really shades of grey. This is the greyest Autumn I have ever witnessed. This is the most dreaded month of the year. And nothing I say is going to come out right. Death is on my mind. The rest of my life is on my mind. God isnt any more. That idea is insignificant. God is insignificant. I wonder if there is some place where I wont feel like this, and I feel so tempted to find out. I wish I had some big clever and intelligent of describing the way I feel, but I dont. If less is more then why do I feel left out? Its usually as easy as ridiculing the situation to make myself feel better about it, but I dont even know what this situation is. Maybe its time for everything to change, maybe ive been holding back too long.