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"September" by Herman Hesse
 The garden is in mourning.Cool rain seeps into the flowers.Summertime shudders,quietly awaiting his end.
Golden leaf after leaf fallsfrom the tall acacia tree.Summer smiles, astonished and feeble,at his dying dream of a garden.
For just a while he tarriesbeside the roses, yearning for repose.Slowly he closeshis weary eyes.
"The only thing standing between you and your goal is the bullshit story you keep telling yourself as to why you can’t achieve it."
The Wolf of Wall Street

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