The end is drawing near
and we can all feel it.
We push it
discard it
force ourselves not to think,
not to feel it.
But we do.
In everything we now do
we feel it
It’s there.
Like a cold air that you can’t shake.
But it’s not cold
It’s warm.
Warm because of all the happiness and memories we have shared.
The memories,
that like a flame will continue burning even if there are cold weathers ahead.
That will keep us warm,
will keep burning
The flame of the memory of us
Here
Now
That will burn forever
In all of us.
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