Forgotten

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Here, again.
A long, long way in a direction.
The wrong one.
Or the wrong end.
Here, again, restarting from zero.
Zero.
It’s the appropriate word.
Now, they all have a place.
A badge.
They compounded.
Their vacuity overwhelming my zero.
Who am I, to say.
Where are my words, my actions?
All in my mind, messed.
My world collapsed.
Isolated.
Forgotten.