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Cole Sep 2018
You are everything, my reason to live
Though something dark withers within
Everytime I see you, a piece of me dies
Over and over, but I fear you don’t mind
Do you care so little that I am suffering inside?
Or is it you do, and you’re covering it with lies?
My moments of pure light turn to into shade
I hesitate as I create creases with my blade
Just as curious and clueless, as I infamously am
I’ll accept my fate as your sacrificial lamb
And I’ll die for you again.
This poem is inspired by the game NieR: Automata, if you haven't played it I'd highly recommend you do. September 17, 2018
Cole Sep 2018
What is the meaning to walk, to wail the way
I hold dear to me what’s not and shame what’s what
No meaning, for meaning is meaningless, just as meaningless is meaningless
But what if purpose?
Is meaning purpose?
Most do not think this; though I do
Those words are similar, but not same
I walk, cry, think, live suffer for you

For you are purpose.
I don't know why I wrote this and I know it's not good so please don't be too harsh. September 17, 2018

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