End of the year is near, I see,
Crossing the road, passing by the trees.
Things the heart wishes to say,
But the mind is in a complete haze.
From Day 1, bringing hopes to life,
To Day 363, burying them for the afterlife.
Some connections had to come to an end,
Just to connect with the right ones, my friend.
Characters played in other people's stories,
I suppose it will now be recalled as a series.
Some things were better left unsaid,
Better than being played instead.
From what was envisioned,
To accepting what has been written.
A year full of mazes,
Will now be named as phases.
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