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Vincent S

I Am Imaginary

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I Have Been Sitting Here, Imagining Something For So Long, That I Finally Believed It. And It Became My Reality.
But There Is Nothing Here/There. Its Just Me. Even The Me, Is Something I Imagined.
My Life, My Existence, The World I Live In, The People I Know, The Family I Have, The House I Am Living In. All Of It, Its Imagined.
But This Was And Is The Only Way That I Can Be. This Is The Only Way I Can Feel And Sense. This Is The Only Way That I Can Love Myself, Experience Myself And
Everything I Imagine.

This Doesnt Mean That All Of The Things I Imagined: Are Bad. It Doesnt Mean That Just Because Its Imagined, That It Shouldnt Be Celebrated And Loved.
Its Precisely Why I Can Be So Free And Detached, To Be Able Love What I Choose To Imagine.
What Else Can I Do, Other Than To Love The Things I Imagine?
Even The Me That Thinks There Is A Me To Be Imagined.

To Whoever Is Imagining This Text: I Love You <3

 

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