Do I exist?
In the midst of the storm, when rain slams the door
Bombarding it with torrents unmeasured.
Do I exist?
In the scorching heat when the sun burns with pride
Devouring every morsel in sight.
Do I exist?
In the cracks so deep, far and wide
Spilling the betrayal and pain inside.
Do I exist?
When the air is too thin
Sharp like a needle
Challenging each breath – in and out.
Do I exist?
Or am I also an illusion
Like the love you claimed was forever mine.
Black Coffee and Grey Stories 
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