Poems I Almost Burned (Along with My Sanity)

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I've never done much of nothing.

And nothing has never done me.

I've nothing to share, nothing to bare,

From nothing I have to break free.

I've nothing to weigh down my conscience.

No reason it can't fly away.

I've never found nothing to fight for.

I've never a reason to stay.

So all of you done-ers and do-ers

Have never got nothing on me.

I've never found nothing that's truer

I'm never not wasting away.

And with all of my none and my nothing,

There's nothing left I have to say.

No reason to stay, no reason to fade,

No nothing I've never not made.