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I should do something

i think

maybe the world will just end

and the clock just ran out

eventually

at least that way we could value time

value

so lost in this miserable space

infinite

black

chaos absolute madness

rationalizing is for the minds

it is cordial,

friendly,

but what then-

left to dwell here trapped

ensnared

mared by experience

to know makes it worse

then, you.

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connor-dalton
American
Published
Feb 4, 2010
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