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The End


It was only the beginning,

yet i guess to them it wasn't.

They were quite free to the world,

but all the while they were just, 

quietly sinning.

Darkness may be the end of us all,

as we were all born with it.

" Is it the end, the end of us all, "

said my inner mentor.

Should i listen to his words,

or should i ignore?

 

Writer: Zarin Tasnim

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