It's the last option to reclaim my life.
It's the last bit of light on the end of the ocean.
It's the last spark of strength on my mind.
It's the last game.
It's my last opportunity to see a future with a smile on my face.
It's the last time.
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PoetryMy mind is like a poisoned apple. From a simple glance, everything seems fine. But once you taste it, it becomes a whole different story. . . . Highest Ranking: [#66 in Poetry]
