For sale: my life

You can have it all: my empire of regrets

Take my body and the past bottled up in it: my only assets

Make no mistake, it all comes as is

No warranty. And the manual

Is artifactual

If there ever was one.

Let’s see how well you can do living my life when I am gone

Some tips: the soul is fueled by skepticism and anxiety

Prepare for expensive mistakes and a calamity

Every few years.

And you will have no close peers

So no tears when you are screaming out and no one hears

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