Some things,
Herein written,
Are meaningless,
Yet projected,
Are but dust.
I'm sorry for everything I am,
From the history of self I was wrought of,
For the manifested unlovable destiny accomplished,
By existing as a ghost upon this earth,
Within a vapid shell,
Speaking of nothing,
As if it mattered.
Some ignorant things,
Herein pacifist hope written,
Are unintentionally meaningless,
Yet loving are the attempts; Projected,
Are the accomplishments of dust.
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