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remind me again why i'm doing this
the world has grown
draining
the sinking feeling has
faded
the feeling of
mattering
of having
matter
is still ever present
it will fade
eventually
as will most everything
it's a trip i had to take
it was
inevitable
and i've already started the necessary procedures
the things they will say
it will all fade into the grey oblivion
i can feel the disconnect furthering into the essential
places
i'll be scratches on walls
i'll be remnants on paper
i'll exist in the flicker
wavering in a quantum sense
reverence is not needed
a cleansing may be
to purge it from memory
to burn it off
the already blistering skin
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