I want to write poetry about the Wheel of Time coming to an end, but I can't.
I just can't.
I am too raw, it was too much.
I just thought I'd come here and leave some sort of marker for future me.
This is it. Today was the day that you finished the best fantasy series ever created.
You can try writing about it when you're a bit less raw, but it'd be pointless.
Go and have a smoke and a sleep and a cry, you idiot.
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