I don't exist.
I'm quite sure that this
Idea of existence is something I
Invented in my lonely darkness.
And if my existence is a fiction,
A sham, a bedtime story
I read myself,
I wonder if my made-up friends,
My created life,
The fire that used to burn
Within me,
Will mind very much
If I can manage
To snuff out the candle,
Throw myself into the vortex,
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