There's no such thing as an end. No limits. The supposed ending that existed; deceived us all. Call it a checkpoint. But when you get there, only the future looks upon you. The feeling is undeniably fortunate, whether it was late or hurtful. We are here, we made it.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
