We were colleagues, I managed to survive
my life, read ferociously, knew life as
meaningless, didn’t know what else to do;
knew nobody; existing in pain –
life is so much better now, though
it’s not half as good as
it is chalked up to be –
I can’t believe there can be more
reincarnational lives for me,
it has to be impossible to
return once again as a
mediocrity…
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