i wander this world, feeling like the only person alive,
in some ways, i am.
i alone understand myself, though even that's a lie.
i don't grasp why i feel what i feel,
or why i do the things i do.
maybe i'm not real, maybe this world isn't real.
maybe it's all a dream, maybe not.
the answer to all i am is just maybe.
maybe one day i'll get what i'm desperately yearning for,
maybe not.
even i don't know what i crave,
if i crave anything at all.
maybe i'm alone in this world,
and everything is a creation of my mind.
people, places, feelings—all illusions.
maybe i'm a ghost, watching someone else's life unfold.
maybe i'll never feel complete within myself.
maybe.
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