This poem by Vladimir Mayakovsky is particularly beautiful, it was the poem he adapted to serve as his suicide note.
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Here's some lyrics for you, [i]So much has gone And little is new And as the sunrise stream Flickers on me, My friends talk Of glory, untold dream, where all is God and God is just a word "We had a friend, a talking man Who spoke of many powers that he had Not of the best of men, but ours We used him We let him use his powers We let him fill our needs Now we are strong[/i]
I'll take his words over some derangement into nihilism. I'll take the moment to find purpose, and continue on.
