The End

I need the end to be here

That’s when it will all be okay

I need to forget about the fear

And get on with my day


This week was hard

The next might not be any better

The haunting thoughts I try to disregard

Keep coming at me like a beggar


People come and go all the time

My mind is the only thing constant

And although it may often be a climb

To maintain happy is the goal of my conscience


Until then, to my mind I will tend

Because everything will be okay in the end

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