The End


Hopeful starts,

Filled with anticipation,

And then it ends,

Going out with a bang.

Why do I feel like crying?

It shouldn't be this hard to accept.

It shouldn't weigh on my heart like this.

But it does, and now life is so... boring...

The sun has set, and all that's left is memory.

It was exhausting, it was tough, and it hurt like hell.

But now I know that it rose above whatever is happening now.

My legs are itching to run in the moonlight, to let it go.

Again I wonder why this is nagging at me with such crazed insistence.

It was only a normal day, after all. I can always wait until tomorrow comes.

The End

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