Sometimes I feel so fake, I almost doubt there is blood coursing through my veins. I am just an empty vessel floating through the abyss. Me, the only viewer of true life. Always watching life but never being the life itself.

 Other times so human and so raw that I can conquer anything. So full that emptiness is almost unthinkable. I feel each heartbeat as it pushes the life through my veins. Each step I take valid and right; my existence matters and I am life itself.

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