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What if I am not real?
A Dream of a Dead Universe?
Who am I?
Trapped in the skin of this human?
When will I be free?
Where am I?
Why does it feel so dreamy?
What if this blood isn't real?
But just a fake?
Am I really alive?
Do I really exist?

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