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Nonexistence > Existence

Wonder what it’s like to not think
You think
You think
What’s a world,
A galaxy,
A universe
Like without you?
The same.
Maybe, if you’re lucky,
You can see.
But wait;
Not possible.
There’s no heaven.
There’s no hell.
Nowhere to set up a perch
And look upon your old dwelling.

You’re not alive for longer than you’re alive.
What’s it called,
The period where you haven’t been born yet?
Prologue?
And when you’re gone,
It’s all an epilogue.
But it’s not your story to write.
I don’t trust anyone else to finish this story



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