Thoughts are plenty
Words, a little less
If there's one thing I know
It's that everything's a mess

To rhyme, I have tried
To write, I have tried
And at the end of all
My brain's all fried

Some salt I have sprinkled
Some sugar I have added
And yet, I don't know why
That line has somehow faded

Disappearing inch by inch
Just some dots remain
Maybe this is the time
To end this beautiful game

Finally it's time call it an end...

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"More than the starts, it's the ends which are cherished. Because, they give us the memories hard to forget."