How do you say
I know
It’s okay
I’ve been there before
All the things that can happen
A mere start
Ah so that’s the thing
That thing
And I couldn’t be put out or upset or anything
To hear of anything happening
As these things happen so must those things be heard of
Don’t humble yourself by thinking your thing is less important than anything
Your thing is now
Just tell me
How could, in life
Life lived be not important?
To tell of your life is to tell me
This moment is being lived by you
Once it is gone it will be gone and then
And then another moment will be being lived by you
But I know this moment seems it will never end
Because it won’t
You’ll be someone else by the end of it
Your death will be recorded in the torn vestige of the one left in your place
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