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This is the end, beautiful friends
Meet me at the end
Of the prettiest memory lane
There is where i pretend
To not bid you all farewell.
Since the day your souls
Have forsakened me on my own,
Our times have flown
Like moths when the light is gone
But know, i loved you all
Even when i am awake at dawn
Thinking about what is it that i did wrong
Inside of me a river flows
A river made of tears and i drown
Until i wake myself and get down
Down on my knees, i crawl
Through your sludges of sorrow
I hate
I hate
I hate what you do to me
I hate that none of you know
But i’ll still bid farewell to you all
This is the end, my beautiful friends
Meet me at the end
Of the prettiest memory lane
Where there is nothing to save
And there is no more to say
Except i loved you
There is where it ends
inspired from the song “the end” by the doors
Written by
Baris  19/M
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