Every breath I took was a life a didn’t live
And so it went by
An unremarkable existence
A book left blank from cover to cover

And the pain hurt deep
The pain of wounds I never had
Of accidents that never happened
Of nonexistent anecdotes and stories

Not black or white
No colors
No plot
No sound

The silent
Wasted years
Of my life

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