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An ending doesn’t make it whole
The story’s strength is in its soul
Unfinished tales still carry weight—
They echo far beyond their fate
You may not close the book today
But still its meaning finds a way
Each pause each breath each page half-turned—
Still holds the flame of what you’ve learned
Not all must end to be complete
Some truths are born in soft retreat
You write you stop you walk you wait—
Yet still your journey resonates
So don’t demand the final scene
When every step has been unseen
An open book still gives you wings—
And sings through all the unwrit things
