The sun will set
As if I were never here
One day breathing, one day not
No one stopped. No one paused
How could they? There was no one to begin with
No one to talk, or share, or care
Somehow, I always knew
Fate accepted so long ago
Does it even matter
The sun will rise

Written April 5, 2026

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