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poetry about being lost. lost in time and in one own self after which all one seeks is attention and love from outside when all the sparks of madness and creativity have diminished. Now all that is left is the pain that no one could know. A pain so humiliating that all it will do it crush you till nothing is left and nothing is remembered about and of you.
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The world ended some time ago, long enough that I've forgotten what life before felt like. A war between humanity and an alien species we peacefully coexisted with which led to the destruction of the planet. Now, I believe myself to be the only human left, alone on this desolate rock. I believed this until I met her, the last flower on Earth.

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