sitting under sky filled with pretty night
city light illuminating my thoughts further
pieces of myself I collect upon the streetlight flickering night
fragments forming holes of lost whole
I am the furthest I've ever been from myself
I am the furthest I've ever been from something
from something to nothing I have become.
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