Sentience

I would,
justify,
over and over,
reasons why,
I chose,
this path.

People,
despite of,
who they are,
or were,
at one point,
they'd leave,
leave you,
clueless,
aimless,
merciless,
and thoughtlessly.

Despite of,
the effort,
you tried to,
tightly and closely,
held on,
to them,
the memories,
the relationship,
the very little,
of what's in between,
they'd still be,
gone.

Cos',
let me,
make clear,
your sentience,
are useless.

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