In 10,000 years this will all be dust.
No one will remember us.
So who will care and what does it mean?
It means that nothing has a reason to be.
So somehow, we have to be happy to just be.
If that's not enough for the rest of you,
Imagine how hard it is for me,
When I cannot keep my eyes closed,
Yet the light still hurts so much to see.
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The end is always beginning.
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Blah.
