It’s the end of time

It’s the end of time

I could go on, as before
Words, or tags can hurt no more
Were they known, or something new?
The blows and swings, in constant slew..

I touch my chest to feel the pieces
As night shrinks…the stinging eases
What can’t break, then slowly freezes.

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