Ending
I am at an end.
Read that carefully.
This isn't the last letter,
And neither is it a revelation of thoughts.
It is an ending.
And a beginning.
What secrets of mine do you not already know?
I see now how you look through me like a window.
I see that you already know me more then I know myself.
I am the dreaded cliché.
The rolling black clouds,
The rain and the winter.
The lines you've read a thousand times over.
All hope of a purpose has escaped me.
My will to live here is no more.
Bless the few but loyal who burry me,
Thank you for seeing me through to this end.
I'm sorry you cant be there for the beginning.
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