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  (and the seasons have once again changed). The mind creates everything as spoken by the wise ones. Blood falls and teardrops stain our memories. Happiness we are forever seeking. Sometimes we catch it and the feeling fills up our broken hearts. (and so the seasons have once again changed).

  So the world has forgotten  how to breathe. All of us are dying. All of us are alone. Yet some are together. Sometimes it feels like  nothing has changed. But yet  there is a feeling. A feeling that yes, things are definitely not the same.