The End
For every beggining, there is an end.
For every Intro, a conclusion,
for every hello, a goodbye.
Each Alpha has an Omega,
but what happens after each end?
My mind chops through each possible answer
Like a lumberjack in the forest,
slicing through trees as though they were tootpicks,
searching for one answer to one question.
Maybe the end will forever remain a mystery to me.
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