I don't have much to say anymore.
You'll hear me say a lot... but my words will not have meaning.
You may find meaning in them, of course every word I say is ambiguous.
But I no longer find meaning. Not in my words, not in my life.
I exist. I can't say anything more.
My heart is still beating, so I must be fine.
I'm still breathing.
That I can not answer.
I am here.
That is all.
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