I am broken.
I thought I had been broken.
Only now I know how wrong I was,
because those were just scratches.
Today my pieces are everywhere, somewhere, nowhere to be found.
Everything is shattered.
What are dreams?
What about the future?
What about now?
Everything is meaningless, so meaningless
I don't care I'm alive and I care less if I die.
Because life and death go hand by hand at my side.
Going on, moving on, why?
I am here, I am now.
I am not. Who am I?
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