Sometimes I think ,
I wasn't supposed to exist ,
And yet I do ,
Glitching in between real
and fiction .
Being remember and being
Forgotten ,
Being a real person , and being
a memory .
Being a ghost ,
of who I used to be.
Being stuck in time ,
But constantly moving .
Such complexity building within
the consciousness ,
Only for it to be lost in the
Sand of Time .
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