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Sage words of someone so frail yet so tall tell me how nice will it be if I know what's waiting for me at the end
Will it be glory? A love everlasting and one to always choose me? —I look up to the sky expecting the stars to guide my journey
Safe cords of something so brittle yet so enduring held me through trying times and upheavals unseen —they told me how the end could look like when I finally found what I thought I am looking for
Will it be a story fulfilled? A sky full of fire and passion burning without turning my skin to ashes? —I smile at the heavens expecting the sun and moon to keep me afloat in the sea of dreaming and wishes
Caged time of somewhen so short yet so deathly never-ending keep me from seeing what the end looked like but a little more beating —a little more push into the slogging mud beneath our feet— a little more dying on a bed of thorns and knives and a little more kneeling over salty sand and tears —I started to know, just enough, how it's all going to end for me and for us
