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Is this really something to fear?
It feels so far, yet so near

Everything has a start and an end
The best way to cope with it is with a friend

There might be pain
There might raising cain

We won’t know when it’ll come
Or where it might be from

What is an end?
Does the end have an end?

Is it stupid for me to ponder?
Should I not even bother?

There is so much, we don’t know.
And yet we go with the flow.

It’s not like we don’t care.
It’s more like we don’t dare.

We don’t know what it could be.
Are we just too dumb to see?

Should we know about this “end”
Or are we not supposed to understand?

If it ends, does it disappear?
Can a memory fade into nothing but air?

Are “ends” really the final ending
Or are they just the new beginning?

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