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Sometimes I wonder,
I wonder if all of this is real
Is the world we live in,
The same that we dreamed of?
Sometimes I forget,
I forget that I am nothing.
As light as dust,
On the counter of a table.
Insecurities all over my skin
Crawls to my head
My mind filling up
Full of uncertainties.
Urge of emotions,
Sadness fills me,
Anger eats me,
I slowly sink deeper.

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