Cut Short
Make the goal, see the finish, reach out.... Cut short, passed by the conscience forgotten once long ago. Defeated, no point to go on, no point to carry out the endless task. Where is the goal, no longer in plain sight, it fades with the coming of ages unmatched by wisdom. And end may come, no goal... Cut short.
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