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What Next?

What next?

I ask this to the dark gloomy night sky,

That lights up often,

And thunders in a rhythm,

What next?

And it reminds me,

About every little thing I once said,

And wished for,

Along with the pain that I feel,

In my heart,

Not just metaphorically,

Really.

As if it is breaking, really,

But, what next?

Because this seems like the death of me,

What you say is the end of a story,

Because all the twists are said and done,

And I'm still here,

With something that doesn't look like an end,

So, what next?

Because what next?

If this is it,

Then what next?


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