...
I have three more years to mature...
But it's not really maturity...
Maybe I grew up dimensionally...
But not really-actually...
Maybe I should be impossibly mature, possibly young, a little wise, not completely dead...
Infinitely something, never missing...
Did I invent ex-nihilism?
No, that's no problem.
I feel confused, try testing irrelevance.
Picture me as a problem--it's impossible, challenging.
There's nothing left, or something to test.
"Watch what doesn't---It does!".
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