Some people don't believe I exist.
Sometimes, I even doubt it myself.
That is when I take a look
at this photo where I read a book.
Then, I remind myself of this:
I think, therefore I am.
Other people keep a list
of all my world wide travels.
They are certain I've been here,
maybe even had a beer,
but I only run 'cuz I'm on the lam.
No one have I ever kissed;
sometimes I feel so alone.
By myself, with just the trees,
no one to bless me when I sneeze.
I exist alone, that's how I am.
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