Every story has its ending.
Everything built must fall apart.
What is broken is unbending.
Sucess is only for the strong at heart.
A sense of doom which is impending;
Every ending has its start.
Not so feeble minded;
Only faint at heart.
My aches begin their mending;
I watch as you depart.
Something above comprehending.
My love for you remains;
Unending.
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