Why Do They Come To An End?


Honestly, what would become of me?
I don't like reality.
It's way too clear to me.

But really life is dandy.
We are what we don't see.
We miss everything daydreaming.

Flames to dust.
Lovers to friends.

Why do all good things come to an end?

I look at temptation right in the eye.
And then I make my own decision.
- Yulia McCutcheon

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