I can feel myself slipping away
Like autumn leaves 
Barely hanging
Onto the trees
In the fierce winds of the night,
Will this wind ever stop?
I can’t be sure if I will survive
The gusts of plight
For I am weakened,
And I can’t hold on
Past peak, and
All throughout the winter

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