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I am a mystery wrapped in an enigma. I don't really exist, then again...Nothing exists. Who am I ? I don't know. I am whatever I turn into that day. I haven't figured out who I am, therefor I can only conclude that I don't exist. But... How can that be ? Will I one day figure out who I am ? And if I do...Will it be too late ? Am I doomed ?! DO I ASK A LOT OF HARD QUESTIONS ?! Yes... But that seems to be how I cope with my ever changing presence. Someday that insane scientist will get it right and I will be who I was always meant to be.
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