As of now,
nothing possesses purpose.
As of then,
it will become reduced to less.
A conclusion in obscurity is foreknown.
As of now,
its presence weighs as everything that never meant.
I only long for the finality of it all.
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Hello! My name is Mitch Worden, and I spend my days as a student, employee, exercise enthusiast, music reviewer, and poet! At the present time, I'm using WordPress to branch away from other websites and exhibit my own works by themselves. I hope you like what you read, and thank you for stopping by!
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