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This is the end, and most certainly not the one I had in mind.

Every moment spent in delusion, every jittery butterfly, every tantrum, every laugh, every smile, every feigned feeling of self-worth, every conviction of self-loathing, every half-confident stride, every brush to touch my un-groomed hair, now irrelevant.

When all things are said, done, dusted and have come to an end, at least I can say - I called you my friend.