Indifference
What difference does my endless pool of excuses make?
Do I not realize that my inarticulate sigh of agony
is diluted in a sea of decomposing silence,
with negative noise foaming at the pores of particle nonsense,
and false memories of perfect bliss,
in the process of reducing me
to utterly insignificant screeching?
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