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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