Existential Crisis

I read about cognitive memory,
and apparently, I don’t exist.
I’m alive, but I don’t exist,
not really.

I read about how I lie,
to myself, and to others.
I’m alive, but I’m a liar,
so truly.

I read about how I dream,
and it seems, it’s all a dream.
I’m alive, but dreaming,
too completely.

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