I really wish
that I could care again.
I wish that something
meant something to me again.
I wish I had a reason,
anything at all,
to care,
to think that there was something
beyond a while from now
that was worth the anticipation
of waiting for it....
but there is nothing.
I know that.
I feel that,
and it hurts,
but that is just the way it is.

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