The End
You are looking for what is already found,
walking endlessly to a land far away
while being chased by nothing but a shadow
reminding you of how life was before.
Clinging on to a compass, like a child with his bear
Innocently walking to his future, to his demise.
Standing there, you wait for something to happen
yet you are confused as to what you are doing.
Slowly you start to regain consciousness
and as you stand up you look around.
Suddenly you spot a hole in the ground
And as you look down, a child with a bear is unhesitant, and pushes you down.
You look around and spot memories that were supposedly forgotten
and the second before landing
you shed a tear
because of all the hidden fear that was encapsulated in the confines of your mind.
Then you notice that although everything seems to be finished
there were still things that you could not help but want to fix...
But it is now impossible,
Because it is clearly, The End
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