blather
nonexistence_machine
pSyche I call it the doorway.
Step out from my room
and into the world
and the nonexistence machine
paints me invisible
they don't see me anymore
figure made of wind
I am but a whisper
subconscious
to the real people
I am nonexistent
to their eyes
the machine unwinds
all my matter
and makes it
not matter
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