In the blackness of the night I ponder my own mortality. I ask age old questions like Where have I been? and Where am I going? Those questions lie unanswered in my mind as seemingly more relevant questions are conjured Do you love me? Or do I even love you? I will let these questions age with the ageless as it is still a young night and there are other ponderings more easily answered in the blackness of the night.
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