we are a mere spec in the
existence of the universeso what does it all mean?
when the fires spread
and floods drown us allwhen the humanity is gone,
wiped from everythingwhat did it all mean?
was it all pointless?
were we just ants
in an ant farm
below a child
with a magnifying glass?was our pain
just another's pleasure?someone tell me the point
of this cruel world
because i can't see one anymoreand neither can
the wilted flowers
on my windowsill//so I've been a little MIA the last few days and I'm just not having the best time tbh with you, so I hope you'll forgive me and thank you all for being the best you can be//
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Poetrywhen life gets me down, i write // highest ranking: #1 in poetry #2 in hot poetry