not the love you leave behind
or the things you take
with you in death.
not their terror
or the things they want you to see.
not the way the lonely live,
quiet and sad.
not the things that make us
angry or the things
that make us happy.
not the art or the way it flows.
not the slow hours
or those last seconds that kill.
nothing matters.
nothing lasts.
nothing made out of nothing.
but one thing does matter,
the way you see yourself.
the way you believe.
the way you make others believe.
all else changes,
all else goes on.
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