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End of days.
End of loves.
What once was precious,
Is now just dust.
End of an era.
End of life.
What was taken for granted
- was that life?
The people we prioritised,
When family was what mattered,
Look at yourself,
You should have known yourself better.
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Emi Btn | Year Posted 2023
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