Nothing is made to last forever
I ask myself what it means to exist
Are we created just to be destroyed
Are we all just flowers, promised to wilt
I often ponder and contemplate my own being
I'm dead within
My heart's no longer beating
In the abyss of my mind
My thoughts are like shadows
Devouring all my dreams
Leaving me with broken memories
They twirl and spiral into the never
A place with no light
The absence of forever
A beautiful death we all die
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