My hands are shaking, Telling me that I should go.
Leaves are falling covering the grass.
I wonder how much longer this will last.
That day is coming, reminding me to be thankful.
I am alive and often considered helpful.
Helping the people because I want to.
Being considerate and them saying Thank you.
Some people not all have hidden motives.
Asking for one thing but really want something more.
Why is that the case?
Why? Can't it be a kind gesture.
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