How did you find me here?
Were you looking for the inconspicuous?
Does my hiding make me more noticeable?
Do I appear to be out of place?
Why do you lend me your attention?
Do you gain something that I don't know about?
Do I owe you now?
Now I question my worth
And I try to reason my existence.
Did I want to know the things you helped me to learn?
Was I safer?
Am I better off?
Did you help me to help myself in my understanding of my irrationality in my dealing with the questioning of the coming of the end of my life?
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