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Poem about existence
Who are you?
Who am I?
We’re just specks of dust
In this fucking shitstorm
called life.
Without purpose,
without meaning.
just eating, shitting
and fucking.
We’re God’s little project
If that bastard even exists.
But what are we really?
We’re poison.
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