Life is a debt death collects.
We never exist
And we’re never real
Even though we are,
Because we emerge
From nonexistence
Borrowing mind
And lose it all when we go.
It matters while it matters,
Then none of it ever was,
None of it ever will be.
These lines will fade from the screen
Unread, never having been.
The last you’ll see won’t be me.
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