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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