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Apr 2013
i'm
pointless
like the shape of the earth,
rounded
without any
resolve...
floating away.

too many things
are kidnapped by my gravity
(a gravity i wish i didn't have)
and made to revolve
around me.

existence
is futile
but must be done
for if i die...

everything dies
i haven't the heart to **** everything.
Written by
Redshift  F
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