all there is
A quiet closing, a final page, Life's fleeting drama, left on the stage. No more to give, no strength to fight, Just endless shadows, endless night. The threads unravel, one by one, Before the journey is truly done. A void expands, with silent dread, Leaving only echoes of what's dead.
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