I exist

That the substance from which I’m created, aspirations fallen from the stars,
is derived of only my own desire,
Is proof that I exist

That I’m seen as more than a hunk of autonomous flesh,
labeled with an arbitrary name, engaging in meaningless interaction,
Is proof that I exist

That the essence of my soul, true and in it’s entirety,
can be found bounded to the souls of those that I have touched,
Is proof that I exist.

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