End

Shadows begin to clear
Mind starts to slow
Can only be near 
The final blow

In the end
You move forward
Wheather you bend
Or wheather you break 

There is no end
Only pain 
And only heartache 

There is light 
And dark 
You just have to fight 

Some things may leave a mark 
But you can endure
Until you make it 
Out of this enclosure 

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