It's the end of life.
Two years of bliss has just flashed by, without me realising it.
It is just like a fuzzy memory now, a blur of visions. It was so good you pinched yourself to make sure it's real. I felt the pain, as it was real. And now it has become surreal.
And now, it's back to the place I loath the most.
I pinched myself to wake up from this impending nightmare.
Unfortunately, I felt the pain. It's as real as it gets.
Welcome injustice, absurdity and rebellion.