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[micah3801]

there were words here,
before.
there were assumptions,
and plans,
things that happen just because they do.

its empty now,
this page, and every page after it.
all my plans, up in smoke.
something pulled my health
out from under me,
and i soon realized there was nothing else.

i do not trust anything.
i do not trust my own body,
and after that, what is there?

the rest of my life is empty,
and i have no pen.