Dark Poetry

[Ramblings]

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Dead in the night,
staring at an illuminated screen,
watching the colours mash in front of you,
creating an outline of shallow,
incessant
Incoherent
definition of existence.

And you wonder,
you ask yourself,
what’s the point of everything anyways?

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