Don't you hate endings?
Like literally.
They cause these unsorted
feelings inside that makes
you frown and sad and
and really annoyed. It's
quite a feeling really, for
not wanting a story to end
or a moment of happiness
and a fleeting magic in the
air or just that extra-
ordinary feeling you get in
a rare moment of in
between dreams to have
such a thing called 'endings'.
Obviously, in everyone's
understanding, nothing
lasts, everything ends at
some point and that
there's always another
beginning, which isn't
bad, really, but I still don't
like knowing that
something wonderful and
beautiful and amazing will
have an ending eventually.
I mean, can't some things
last forever? I want to
believe in forever, an infinity and things that
will always last because
I believe that beautiful
things are suppose to stay
with us forever and beyond.
Thank you very much.
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