The end of the world came in silence,
except for the sound of tears hitting the hardwood floor
a couple of miles away.
I knew it as I woke,
too late to stop it.
I tried, but it wouldn’t let me.
The world is stubborn that way.
Doesn’t mean I’ve given up.
Giving up isn’t in me anymore,
I just have to pretend I give up from time to time,
to satisfy the world;
which isn’t fucking easy,
because the world is smart.
The world is too damn smart for its own good.
So for now, the end of the world is here.
I just won’t tell it how bullshit that idea really is.
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