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A Love Poem
like sadness was a watermark on every thought,
flashing, regardless of how hard against it i fought,
i'm 25, feel like i'm 85, think like i'm on my deathbed,
my heart, has about as much hope as a lifelong meth-head,
it's the meaninglessness of everything, it, to the core gets me,
it's the killer cards the reaper throws - for it never forgets me,
if the end of life is a corridor, i won't be dragged,
sprinting, willpower - however weak - never to be bound and gagged,
i try to think of what i was before being born, only one answer not an obvious lie,
what did i think, where was i, how was i - like it'll elucidate what happens after i die,
to come to terms with, to understand, to be forced to accept non-existance,
i fight with it, reason with it, debate with it - all with the utmost of persistence,
and i lose, we all lose, i can't, but others can ignore it,
knowing the path is a pointless hell, still, forever compelled to explore it,
i'm most scared of leaving you Kim, only you understand,
without healthcare, without work - none of this was planned,
why would god create eve, knowing there was a possibility she would eat the fruit,
the all powerful, the all mighty and malicious... or it messed up and needs to re-boot,
either way i'm left with nothing, the vast, endless acreage of pure, empty space,
as far as it's concerned, i was never there, never before, forever never a trace...
