Closure

Have you ever though about this fateful feat,                                                       there will be a last time you will see everyone you meet,                        the last time may come and go without so much as a sign,                                           like the wretched letter in your mailbox containing the unpaid parking fine,           be it separation, distance, duty, heartbreak, or the God Thanatos himself calls,       some way or another, happy or sad, messy or clean, each connexion falls,             yet man being social animal carries on to make another affiliation,           shedding countless tears over the last fixation,                             into an endless cycle of virtue and vice,                                                     alas, what’s life without a little sugar and spice,                                           for my part, dear readers, I believe, in my long exposure,              spend every waking moment like its your last together,                                               for when it does end and it will sooner or later,                                                                   you will have comforting memories and above all some closure.                   
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