No self now, consciously speaking.
No feeling your old self or new self, false imaginings if you think about it, self-conscious nothings everywhere you look.
No one to hear you weep or scream, making a go of it on your own, bye-bye.
No bosom of nature, abandoned on the doorstep of the supernatural, minds full of flagrantly joyless
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