Life Support

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Lost in this endless void,
This absence in space
That they call humanity.
I sit here,alone,
With pen in hand,
Starring at that white wash wall.
And if I were to know,
That I was to die tomorrow,
I would continue starring at that wall.
For with nothing to write
I am already amongst the dead.





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