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This the last night--
--That I can exist.
For all that love--
--There is nothing.

Zero to Nothing.

For what it was,
It was Zero,
Because now is Now.
And now it is nothing.

Nothing to Zero.

Can that be so?
Should I ever reach the point--

--Where I could believe love is real?

Emotions.

I am nothing,
And from nothing,
To zero,
Always--that is fate.

I wish I could--
--Dance;
--Sing;
--Demonstrate;
--Play;
--Exist.

What a snap--
Of a finger?
A piece of--
--cake, was it?

I wanted to find the truth;
And the truth is nothing;
We are zero, in everything;
--Of course.

And on and on--
--And on and on--
--it goes on and on--
On and on--We exist.

Through eachother.
From the past we don't know--
That is why we're here.
Find the past--
Absolute past?

Do I exist?
--Surely I do;
I just questioned it.

Do I feel?
--Surely I do,
I just felt it.

Do I see?
--Surely I do,
I just saw it.

Am I human?
--Surely I am,
In my own accord.

Here we are now;
Unable to contain ourselves;
That is what we are;
Uncontainable.