Feeling that is all too familiar.
Forget all that I have to lament.
The rush makes me forget even her.
Climactic. The peak of the rush.
Everything else is just brushed aside.
All things just come to a hush.
No such moment will ever again arise.
Reality. It's all been a fantasy.
All the happiness. Has it faded?
It's to be expected. All a necessity.
I knew it all to be too exaggerated.
It's the end of ecstasy. Beginning of reality.
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