Dear Summer,
I'm telling you how much I hate this feeling.
Sentimental me, in gloomy weather,
being bounded by conditions...
I'd rather be a simple person, but I'm not as I can't think simple.
Or do I look like having a simple mind?
Could you come faster ?
At that time I should be forgetting a somebody again, leaving boredom behind and I shall be happy again.
From,
One who hates Winter
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