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The Pathetic Eulogy
Forget me not
The past is crude.
Truth,
I am nothing.
Only of what is left.
Determined to seek right,
I sought wrong;
I was wrong.
Determined to gain something,
I gained nothing;
I was nothing.
Cursed is the man who stands for inexistence.
I stood for nothing.
And to remember me,
Is to feel darkness;
A hallow enigma
Where the sky has a shadow.
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