There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman. Some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me.
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Only an entity-- something illusory.
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And though I can hide my cold gaze...
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and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours...
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and may be you can even sense our life styles are probably comparable,
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I simply am not there.
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