nothing

bash my head against a wall why oh why will nothing fall why, even this, can I not spin? there is nothing beautiful there is nothing meaningful there is nothing at all —————————————————————— this doesn't make sense there is nothing at all why oh why is there nothing at all no beauty, no words no art that can form it's easy, it's easy and in these hands my stupid hands something should be im sure you see it now i go on and on aimless and useless forever and ever stolen by fog i've got nothing at all
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