Put me down into the ground, so I can breathe and savor the soil. A world with regret is a constant reminder to my hands, that nothing lasts forever. This cycle of birth, death, dirt and growth. Is a reminder, a constant reminder, to my insides, that nothing lasts. It's all a game to bide the time, til we all die. A scrawl on the wall that says, "I am the dirt beneath your feet, the worms beneath your toes. I am alive. Alive, numb, nothing".
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