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Does anything even matter anymore?

Like looking presentable or thriving on friendships?

Or is it just one of the numerous acts

All leading up to the downfall of this

This face trying to disguise apathy isn't fooling anyone anymore

My true feelings are finally surfacing

Breaking out into the open

Ready to reveal themselves to the masses

I don't know what the point of trying is anymore

Because my destiny will most likely carry on

And I will be left without anything to hang onto

And just for a moment of happiness

For a moment of sheer bliss

I will be forced to indulge in foreign substances

Just to escape reality

Where everything is swirling into nothing

Just to feel a warmth that cannot be reached

Lace my sustenance with chloroform

So I can ingest the sweetness

And feel my departure as my body falls to the floor

When I collide with the surface

I can only hope that my eyes will remain open

Greeting you with my last vision before death

So you can hold it in your memory

And let it haunt you forever.

Because I will live on.