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Dec 2014
Most think nothing of it
They say it's just
Your subconscious
Making you see things
I'll admit I once
Thought that was true
But now?
I believe my mind is sent
To a different version
Of myself at random
Only for the time being
I feel, think, and understand
Just as they do
I'm sent back usually
When they die
Or some random
Time
Dying over and over
Just to wake up
To live my  life
That I have control over
Seems fine for now
Kevin Haack
Written by
Kevin Haack
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