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I am confused, or at least I think I am, I might be, am I?
If I walk away from you, or maybe it's towards you. I'm not sure.
Will you miss me? Would I miss me?
I think I should miss me, but will you? Can you?
I hide from the world, it seeks me out like a... Dead rat.
Opps, Splat! found it...
Don't follow me, I'm not lost. I know where I am. I am here.
I just don't know where here is.

I'm confused, You are too aren't you?
No, how could you know. Your gone aren't you?
Your lost
missing
gone
DEAD aren't you?
No, maybe, yes, perhaps.
I think you are,
Or I think I think I think so... Is that right?
Yet here you are aren't you?
Dead of another kind aren't you?
Gone of the lies, released for the bonds of mankind.
You ran away didn't you?
You died inside, but here you are talking.
Perhaps I'm not confused as I thought.
Perhaps you just not showing me the truth.
Your dead of another kind aren't you?
I thought so... or... I might think that...
I think...