A New Woman

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Listen to the sounds of the shakes when the wind blows them.
The shakes of nature.
The vision of the leaves bright orange colors, each one has it's last breath and falls to the ground.
That's it, no more life is within them, people walk all over them without one thought.
To the fact they were once alive.
People pull them off the trees for a joke without realizing the amount of deaths they're doing and think it's no crime.
It is not fair, we're not a leaf so we do not know what it feels like.
still we should put our selves in their shoes and think harder.
Living a full life, but imagine life going from spring to Autumn, so fast.
Imagine by winter that's it the trees are bare.
Some leaves tear.
some crunch away into pieces.
Imagine getting old that quick?
Alway think about every tiny little thing you before you act.
Try not to say something bad.
Have mercy in your actions have control over the devil who says do it.
Have will power, control what you do and what you say.
Have control over your thoughts.




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