my transient soul floats aimlessly day to day.
and no one see's dead people.
or if they do they don't care.
some days i find everything i need.
some days i find nothing i need.
and some days i find that the people i thought i needed
aren't the people i need at all.
simply because they don't need me.
some days we belittle ourselves to the point
of no existence.
some days are today.
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