Proving that I exist is like proving that tomorrow is promised, a bit tacky, but never really out of theoretical rightness.
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existence within earth
PoetryPoetry in words of a mess, written throughout years of my teenage angst that continues. "Shall wisdom and hell be spoken when my ink turns into blood"
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Proving that I exist is like proving that tomorrow is promised, a bit tacky, but never really out of theoretical rightness.
