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I always wonder what I look like to you. What you percieve me to be. Because it's different then when I'm looking at myself in the mirror. I'm still thinking then same thing about myself. I wonder what I look like through your eyes. How much different am I to you than to me? When you look at me, what do you see?
What if you were a real figment of my imagination? If I gave you a life, a background, a name. What would you do then? Fight to keep your existance or succumb to my mind?
Its abstract ideas like this that keep me up at night. But what if movies were real, and this reality, was a movie?
I always thought that when I was dreaming, I was more alive then when I was awake.
What if you were a real figment of my imagination? If I gave you a life, a background, a name. What would you do then? Fight to keep your existance or succumb to my mind?
Its abstract ideas like this that keep me up at night. But what if movies were real, and this reality, was a movie?
I always thought that when I was dreaming, I was more alive then when I was awake.