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Cessation of Coherence

This may come as a surprise to you

Not everything here is intended to be well written

Some have big words to invoke your thought

Some have big words to piss you off

Some are written for me

None are written for you

Still I worry that I am spewing out words of acceptance

Still I worry that I am regurgitating bullshit I have been fed

I hope anything I have written was original

Deep down beneath all of my worry and concern

I simply do not care enough about your existence to spend more than a few seconds

On these irrational fears

I am waiting to come alive

I am waiting to die

All of your opinions are welcome and waited upon

As long as you do not expect me to care

To make sure you actually exist

Remember

Monday never ends when you waste your life

Waiting for the weekend