Am I real...?

I mean, I think I am.



Reasons to believe that I am real:
- I love!
- I hate...
- I cry...
- I laugh!
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As I've found myself falling away from time
I can't tell you how good it feels to leave all of it behind
But this path is a lonely path, no wonder they call it solitaire
A game that can only be a solo...a game that doesn't feel any fair...

Another bug on the wall, yet now, it's just me for another day
Though some may think me beautiful...I get killed anyway
And with my death, I become a new nonimproved ghost...

Another game of solitaire...a game with me as the guest and the host.