It didn’t wait. It’s said that it waits for none. I’m not ready. It’s going too fast. It’s like I’m on a roller coaster that’s too fast to control and is heading towards “the real world” No one is stopping it. No one.
Will I crash and burn or will I head out, happy and victorious? Will I be a died out piece of art or an immortal masterpiece? Will I be an everlasting question or the answer to one?
This is the last of it all. This is the end of it. This is where time doesnt stand still and stare at you. Where time runs before time. Where time looks you in the eye and challenges you to catch it and starts sprinting. This is it. This is the supposed end to a beginning.
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