I exist in another place in time
where a transparent clock
covers the bloodstain
on my wall.
There is more than one personality here.
You cannot see them all,
hiding in my body;
I am just a particular arrangement of atoms
gone wrong.
Do you ever think about the futility of your life?
You should, because you do not matter.
If all the people knew that they did not matter,
the world would be a better place.
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