Suddenly, everything I heard was boring yet boring while the world lost interest so I turned off the lights sinking in the farthest corner of the closet imagining myself rising into the sky seeing my roof my city my continent realizing I'm just God's passenger on a spinning orb according to the obnoid universe as I discover Solomon is right that everything is meaningless meaningless and what becomes me I know not because I let not shine in dark rot unseen yet never escaping the heartbeat within
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