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Oct 2013
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Nothing,  That's not true,
There is something, An endless stream of darkness,
A never ending stream of perfectly withdrawn moments.
Living life the way it was never intended,
Not living it at all.
Just watching it pass me by.
I guess it's petty, the way I remove myself from the equation,
But in a way I never wanted anything more, than wanting  nothing at all.



I'm leaving the title as empty as I feel.
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