The End
Faces turn into concrete, the trees stop waving at passes by, the jokes turn into silence, while you're searching for a person who used to be there, the river of tears begins to flood the soul, drowning soul in the depth of sadness, seeing someone who used to stand, slowly fall to the ground, praying for them to rise, knowing you'll never see that time again, noticing the end has begun.
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