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A toast:
"To ignoring, to ambivalence;
To underscoring, to rest;
To a past haunting; to a future to forget:
Only Regrets."

Fitted sheets
My entire being underneath
Repelling warmth
Don't breathe
I'm a ghost
That's what I believe
Unrelenting saddening
Relentlessly maddening
Existing on the periphery of humanity
Paralyzed by loneliness, by sadness
But not
I'll move on when I'm ready
Still learning of living and death
And that they're one in the same
Melancholic apathy:
Hopelessly hopeful for a hope that can't be conceived;
No promise of promising promises promising promise to be perceived
I'm an echo
Dissonant cognition masquerading as a bias of confirmation
Repeating
Interminably
("...is nothing is everything is nothing is...")
When does it end? Did it ever begin?
Fitted sheets
An expanse of canvas enveloping a consciousness;
Developing subconsciousness
A dream without edges,
A universe without borders,
A mind greater than the self:
An imperfect god's perfect hell!

Haunted by my future
Haunted by my past
Haunted by what's become
Haunted by what wasn't done

Give me a chance. Give me a second chance.
I did nothing. I tried everything.
Why can't I move on? Why should I move on?
Haunted by a haunting of an undying death, of a nonliving self.
And that's what I am:
A solipsistic nonexistence.
And that's what I am:
A solipsistic nonexistence.
And that's what I am:
A solipsistic nonexistence.
And that's what I am:
A solipsistic nonexistence.
And that's what I am:
A solipsistic nonexistence.
And that's what I am:
A solipsistic nonexistence.
And that's what I am:
A solipsistic nonexistence.
And that's what I am:
A solipsistic nonexistence.