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There is a chill in the air and the clouds start to gather

Winter's ice cold depression paralyzes you

The days getting shorter,

and the nights become longer

It feels impossible to survive this

Your brances become so brittle

You become weaker with every fallen leaf

Existing with only a trace of life

Laying dormant in a bed of misery

Nothing that you do can free you from this slumber

Perseverance seems so futile

But with the conclusion of winter,

comes the inevitable spring

And you will bloom, and bring an ending

To the suffering