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Nihillism Nothing to live for,
nothing to die for,
a husk
Left behind,
nothing to fill the time,
already lost your mind,
Not caring what happens,
because nothing happens.
No visions of grandeur.
just an empty desert
No time like the present,
but there is nothing present
Just a husk,
molted dust
Nowhere to go,
no above, no below
Just a husk,
a body without a soul
