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Feb 2010
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.
Written by
Connor Dalton
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