Your poised body drains into significant insignificance.

Life is so atrocious, you say.

I know, I know.

Your eyes gleam briefly of hope.

Ive seen that look a hundred times before.

It goes.

I speak in monotone mumbles.

Ive heard it before, you say.

I know, I know.

We're more alive than we think.

You know?

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