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the end.

I never thought this is how it would end.
When everything I love is gone.
When everything, I did not know I loved
Is no more.
When every building crumbles
And every car breaks down.
When no birds fly,
No rocks are skipped,
No children play,
No books are read,
No bikes are ridden,
No flowers bloom.
When no names are written on trees
surrounded by hearts.
When there is no death, there is no birth.
When there is no life.
When no smiles are shared, and no love is given.
When there is nothing left.
When there is no one left.
Except for me.
I never thought this is how it would end.



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