Is this the end?

Or just the end of the beginning,

The path in front of me seems infinite,

The more I run, the longer it extends.

Yet I can not stop because my heart wills it.

The pain and the agony,

Could not make me stop.

My feet cry out and my arms went limp,

I must continue on.

My body, shredded into pieces, 

All limits are broken, over and over again.

But I can not stop because I must continue on.

This path I chose was a decision mine, 

Even if death becomes a friend of mine, 

I must witness the end. 





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