Nothing really matters, nothing matters at all. I keep forgetting, but nothing matters, nothing in and out of reality matters, nothing really matters. The state of affairs are as meaningless to me as the blowing wind, and what it blows matters less than the whisper of a microbe. Nothing matters again and again, and I always forget. I'm no good unless I'm alone, a blank slate, the solitary two dimensions of a ragged piece of paper.
Nothing matters, I just want to forget.
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