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i was never somewhere, just in the air as a thought. 

i'm nothing, almost like a concept. do i even exist?

the thought of existing never really got to my attention, i never really liked being here. i just got to be, never really asked for it. 

there's some things about existing that i like. i like being called interesting, or pretty, or something. when did i got so full of myself to think that im worthy of all of this? 

its not that im not worthy, neither that i am. its just that, as a concept, do i really get to be called all of those pretty things??

its something i get asked a lot... by who? maybe myself.

now that i think about it, nothing makes sense... dont take none of the things i said earlier seriusly.

i like ----------------------------- being ---- dead????????