The End.


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skye
skyeEveryone has their struggles.
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A short and sad poem. Picture is mine. Thanks for reading! <3

The End.

The sun, It can burn, To ashes it shall turn.

The stars, twinkle if they must, dwindle then to dust.

The moon, its crescent lips, should eventually eclipse.

The journey, the destination, the one, long forgotten.

The universe, gawks at my fall, set in a solitary sprawl.

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