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As I feel obsolete

And the room appears not so gray

The turning point of

This very moment

Isn’t anything

I don’t wish

I don’t scream

I don’t even feel

I don’t even feel as if I don’t feel

And it’s aimless

Disregarding the inevitable fact

That life is blatantly nothing

Not that dull type of nothing

It’s just a nonentity

And I quit

I’m done with this

There isn’t even black

Or white

There’s no transparency

No emotional inclines

Or voids

And I quit

This holds no purpose

Deceased, but not so much