Thick and cold
Encasing my essence
No hush left in my wake
I make not a sound
As tears stream down my cheeks
Even my crying is muted now
My heart, shriveled and dying
Broken without a whisper
Wasted, unwanted, turning to dust
Blows away, unnoticed
I was always less than nothing
Now even more so than ever
Soon forgotten
My entire existence wiped away
As if I never was
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