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Chapter 11 - Last

Can't remember when I did it last,

Can only recall the feeling of a blast.

Also forgetten the list of my dramatic cast,

I feel like it ended unsightly fast.

It started mellow but went on harshly,

Like a snail walks the road then crashed intensely.

It happened quite a few and not stopping,

Still counting and plasma's still flowing.

Makes me very warm and turns me so high,

Feeling so high that makes me want to fly.

The end is nowhere to be seen in the vast,

So it won't cease and longer it will last.