No one

Someone is read my poems
they even likes it
Time passes I write
Trying to keep my
self together
Lonely is the path
That I am on
I was commanded to walk this path
by the history of my family
My confused ancestors 
My perplexed oncle
My neurotic mother
My selfish father
My perverted brother
My super neurotic girlfriend
My non existent boyfriend
And me myself and I

Sometimes at night I wake up feeling ill 

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I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts

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