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The end is near
As if the beginning ever was
All efforts as if the last
When survival the only concern
Remember the face of a girl
Smiling while eating ice cream
Tell me it makes sense
Even though it doesn’t
My actions are for not
Yet hold a blackhole’s worth of weight
So what of every day
As I hold on to chaos for comfort
Everything fades away
At the mid of darkness
I see no reason
Until the sunrise
Each turning of the world
Births a new paradigm


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