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Medium- English Poems Random Thoughts

Random Act of Drunkenness, a text message and a quick post

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All things

No matter how good

Must come to an end

So much are the pains 

Enough are the sacrifices 

Some wounds never mend 

Albeit all the love 

Despite the respect 

You’re still a friend 

But when it’s over 

Then it’s over 

It’s final 

No one can make amend

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