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I pause as i put another biscuit in my mouth,
What am I doing?
Sat in the living room with my family.
Is this real?
I can't prove that's it's not so it must be.
But what if it's not?
Well what is real then?
I don't know.
What am I doing here?
I don't know.
Are the others real?
I don't think so.
Am I real?
I can't be sure.
Oh.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
