Existence.
Well, what does it matter?
I exist on the best terms I can
The past is now part of my future
the present is now out of hand.
It's like it's not happening to me,
but someone pretending to be me,
someone dressed in my skin.
...
I've no control anymore
I don't know what to do.
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