Our Twisted Renaissance

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Aug 31

empty shell

Who are you?

I don’t know. Me? You?

You used to be you…

I know. I don’t know.

Who are you now?

A façade.

A mask?

Made of mirages.

And behind?

Black. Nothing. Void.

And the light?

—.

Then I am not you.

No.

Because you are dead?

Only you.

Hmm…

I am not you.

No…

I am not

me

itsalljusttoomuch


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