I spent ten years trying to prove you don't exist,
Until age fourteen, when I turned too cool to persist.
Since I don't always think and I can't always feel
I spent the next half my life convinced I'm not real.
This problem I have swallowed so many hours:
To remove one of us from the equation's within our power,
But the people I've wronged?
We'll need another bus.
If you redeem the world, this town's not big enough for the
both of us.
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