When finally reaching the end,
step back and look around.
Everything is the same except
for you, all that white noise,
only moments ago. A plan alone,
now alive with a silent memory.
Life does always stick around.
Here I will focus the writing on poetry and commentary.
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When finally reaching the end,
step back and look around.
Everything is the same except
for you, all that white noise,
only moments ago. A plan alone,
now alive with a silent memory.
Life does always stick around.
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