Very often
I see them,
They go to sleep
Feeling nothing,
They wake up too
Feeling nothing,
Their life is
Shadowy and illusory,
There is no doubt about it,
Still they exist in this world
With their own identity,
That's important indeed,
I firmly believe
They are happier than others
In their own way.
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