The problem isn't the end,
no, I can see that,
it's whats after that's hard.
Like beyond tomorrow what is there?
Endless cycle, hopelessness prevails,
and I can't see through the mist,
because what if
there is nothing more for me?
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I don't know... like... yeah. Back into writing poems for a bit, cse like there's stuff I can't tell anyone irl.
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