End of This Part Of My Life

The river usually meanders as the flow of the water starts to slow down and the force of the water is not able to travel straight due to the constant resistance to the soil. It is also the most difficult part of the journey for the water that started in the mountains and is going to end at the sea.

This is also the most difficult part of this part of my life. As the end is immediate, it started fast, and ends fast. As a matter of fact, i'm speechless...I didn't want to end this part of my life so abruptly. Well reality is always very cruel, and well i'm left alone...in my room...writing my story. Writing the end of this part of my life. I have changed so much that I sometimes forget about who am I, or what should I do. This End...like all movies...like all stories...it's the End. Perhaps to some other people, this is a beginning.

The beginning, or the end.

There is so much endings in my life...and so to everyone's life. When something ends, something begins, and this is the beginning of another part of my life. My own life...I, myself, and me.

-Synn

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