Are we one in the same?

[Oh Shit Its Debo]

Alone, again.

With nothing but my mind, and my mind alone.

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Twisting?

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Contorting? 

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I don't know what to call you yet.

I know well enough that you're nothing.

Nothing without my own thoughts.

And yet we are inseparable.

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When i spilled the blood of others, and others did mine.

You were there, I think.

In the deepest recesses that i didn't even know existed. 

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Primordial.

Less than a person. 

More than I am.

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Do you see through my eyes, as i have yours?

You seemed to stare right through me, last time 'we' spoke.

Is that even the right word?

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You're silent now.

You're quiet. 

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Maybe I'm just losing my grip. 

Maybe I've just been talking to myself the whole time.

I should just rest for now.

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But your touch. 

Pallid and dry.

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It felt so real.