I'm the echo of a possibility, a person who could be, my thoughts, and all that composes me, simply the result, from the question, who could this person be, what sort of things could he do, my whole existence echoes, according to the seed that was scattered, reflecting back, pieces of the heavens, echoes, according to sequence, the sun and the moon, what they allow in me, just a reflection of a question, if this was so, a person born here, the ocean waves push and pull, according to his surroundings, the chemical reactions, the sort of person he could be, what if, what if, life and all the shadows, truth echoes, all it really amounts to…

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