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Is my life a movie?

Is my existence meaningless?

Is it all a dream?

Is my life really as good as they make it seem?

Why can’t I seem to look you in the eye?

Is it because of all the lies?

Is there a world beneath my fingernails?

If there was would I want to know the details?

Am I the only one who was these thoughts?

Was I alone in all the battles that I fought?

Am I still alone?

Is the moon in my shoe?

Am I what makes cows moo?

Why is no one taking me seriously?

An answer I seek,

Yet the laughs I receive make me feel weak.

Through all my days I feel so low?

If I am how am I supposed to know?