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I question my own existence Weaned from the breast milk of doubt. Blinded by the sunshine of my insecurities, I stumble Helplessly, I ask for proof A universal sign of my significance Am I real?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Date: 8/4/2012 6:27:00 AM
Real enough I would say.but what is real.cause just because we can feel emotion doesn't make us real.but what does??? Really enjoyed the poem....leaves me with tons more ??? Tho
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Date: 7/8/2012 5:56:00 PM
Now thats a question i have asked myself...Am i real? loved it Larry :)
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Date: 7/5/2012 9:21:00 AM
Great question, Larry. I would say yes, but then again my family says I'm UNREAL! So how do you tell? Got me? Ralph
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Date: 7/4/2012 6:12:00 PM
your real you just have to work things out.
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Date: 7/4/2012 10:02:00 AM
OH .i have been searching for long to find an answer to this question .thank you for sharing .jk
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Date: 7/4/2012 9:01:00 AM
yes! keep writing...
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