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Created on: May 02, 2008
I'm everywhere. Afraid to turn around
so I don't run into myself
and have to give reasons
for my mistakes.
I'm nothing. Then why do you need me?
Why do I need to know
everything about your pathetic little existence?
I made everything. Yes, even you,
my dark friend.
You humans are one of a kind, but to me
you're all the same.
And even if I tried
I couldn't say what's on your mind.
No, really, so what if you'll die?
Frankly, I don't give a damn!
(hell, I own that line!)
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