And how often
Before your world
Ends do you find
Yourself again
In plain daylight
Somewhere, eating
A small ice cream
Or drinking tea,
Or whatever,
In a quiet
Spot, not thinking
Wasn’t this meant
To end by now?
So many times
The world’s still here
And you’re still here.
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