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In the end
In the end it just don’t matter, it matters no more.
This broken body so shattered can’t fight anymore.
Memories alone appear and play through in the mind.
Sorrows once owned and feared now fade into time.
Thoughts over fears of what will be now.
People so dear won’t be around.
Is this soul preparing to go somewhere new?
Because it’ll never stop loving and searching for you.
Copyright ©
A Yorkshire Poet
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