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Wendy Feb 2021
Human's-no longer drawing any breaths,
udders upon cows to give people fresh dairy, procedure done by milkers whom no-longer existing.

Men and woman, no longer a thing.
Adversity it is, I wish to be truant from my own conceptions.

No future to tend to, no reason to reminisce in all of the things I found to give me bliss.
Inimical I am, to no one but myself.
Timid here, timid there,
It's not my fault,
yield a shield, it's time to fight,
too-late your all dead, yes it sounds morbid, but 'tis just a close-future phenomenon.

Just to close off on this horrid, page turner, try not to end all of this world wonder,
while writing this I am the last, last of my kind, last of this world you may have worshiped full-time.

Last woman on earth is over-and-out, don't have a doubt about this written guidance.

You can choose which time this was written, past or present may be full-filled, just take my advice don't hope for hills-of-happiness, instead hope for peace, and harmonalize you're life while you still can.

Coming from someone authoring this piece of written "advice" this may be gibberish, but life itself doesn't make sense but you somehow know what it means.
Wendy Feb 2021
A vigorous species has been detected, it wanders around sundown to sunrise,

While we know this specimen exists we only know that it is vigorous, it leaves behind a healthy aroma,
Its calming essence will leave you in an coma,

This species is very discreet and farely unseen,
Thus, we must oversee the things that block us from seeing this species.

Instead of this safe heaven of a species, I am binded to an elaborate hell of insecurities,

Help each other reach this species that we know of, find it somewhere you are fond of.
Wendy Feb 2021
I feel weak, alone,
I am as unaccomplished as Amelia Earhart was to becoming the first human being to travel around the world,
Still, I find reasons to get out of bed each morning.

I feel as alone as if the last being on earth, with no one and nothing to keep me sane.

While I see myself as priceless and alone, others see me as energized and well-known;however they are as wrong as stripes paired with polka dots.

— The End —