My presence - an illusion,
And I do exist in it.
Is it true?
In reality
I am merely
An illusion.
But I am relevant,
Relevant at this time.
No one can discard me,
No one has right
To disrespect me.
I am new at every moment,
I am the fixed, I am truth,
Dear, I am as you.
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