.
When living is mere habit,
Breathing unstoppable mode,
When space is but a waste,
And volume is a load,
When sleep brings nary bliss,
And waking is nothing but sleep,
When words uttered are few,
And thought even less,
When there’s little left to hear,
And nothing left to speak,
When life by default is lifeless,
And the heart can’t want to be free,
the mind in geriatric lethargy,
And the angel keeps the key,
Did she turn blind…or worse
Has it slipped her memory?
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There is a line from an anime that I watched once that sums this up perfectly-" To be forgotten is the loneliest thing."
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