My End
Being told what to dohow to do it
when to do it
Not in control of my life
all privileges restricted
Life has become automatic
routine is in place
Some privileges are given
most are removed
Life is not worth the struggle
In death there are no restrictions
Once your end overcomes you
no one tells you no
everything is good
The end is my only escape
Joy is only found in the thought
that one day my end will come
How my end decides to take me is frightening
The thought of death is deceiving
Death is peaceful
Dying is painful
The end will come
Weather soon or later I have not yet decided
but in my end
I will die
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