I didn’t understand that my story was continuing for a reason
I didn’t realize that my series would be more than 14 seasons
I wanted out of the book, wanted the story to end
But my character is immortal because of a friend
I realized that there won’t always be a happy ending
I realized that there was no use pretending
The story kept repeating, I had to make a change
I realized that I was the one writing
And I no longer wanted things to be the same
The one in control of your fate is you
You can’t do nothing and complain that nothing’s new
You write your own story, you get to choose
The sun is coming out, it’ll be okay soon
The rain will always come back, but that’s okay too, bad things happen
This will pass, it’s now the falling action

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