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Unyielding Sense of Nothing
I pretend to be your ode to love
Or a small emotive cause
As if I am to matter to anyone
More than their sympathy allows
For I, who can't fear Hell
And does not subscribe to its pressure
I have no reason to live
And one reason not to die
For your convenience
For my lack of response
To anything, or anyone
In a matter of moments or days
That is my unyielding sense
of Nothing.
