The End.
It is inevitable. Your efforts are pathetic and futile. Your strongest moments are but a frail quiver upon the ground. Every summer bloom will age into a gray frigid wasteland. You laugh, and you are an idiot. People despise you. Everything is disgusting, you are disgusting. The corner, it holds you; Far away from the noise. Safe and un-effecting. They do not know; They are deceived. It will be over soon. All will be at rest, calm. Nothing will hurt you. No more questions. No more efforts. No more going in circles, no more false starts. Nobody will judge. Nobody will sneer. Alone, alone. Safe and sound. You smile, gleeful at the prospect of the end. No more. No more. No more.
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