How Does It Feel Like To Be Loved?

Sometimes,
You just miss the time when,
You were loved by those you love.
But,
Does it even matter when you could die this very moment,
As,
No one will notice?
How can anyone observe what they deem unworthy of existence on a plane where,
All you do is get high,
Clouded by memories keeping you under hypnosis…

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