Autumn is a time of memories. Used to sit at home, under a warm blanket, with a Cup of coffee in his hand. Outside the window the rain and slush. In such days becomes very profoundly sad and chilly. The feeling of emptiness and uselessness overwhelm the soul. It was cold, and there was no one to warm him but a blanket and hot coffee. I want to cry, but the tears don't fall. I want to scream, but my voice has a cold. Want to run away somewhere far away, but his legs suddenly become wobbly. ๐
Autumn is a time of memories. Used to sit at home, under a warm blanket, with a Cup of coffee in his hand. Outside the window the rain and slush. In such days becomes very profoundly sad and chilly. The feeling of emptiness and uselessness overwhelm the soul. It was cold, and there was no one to warm him but a blanket and hot coffee. I want to cry, but the tears don't fall. I want to scream, but my voice has a cold. Want to run away somewhere far away, but his legs suddenly become wobbly.
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