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Maybe, maybe some part of my mind keeps telling me...whispering to me, “You are just a figment of my imagination. A person that I want to be.” And I try hard not to believe it, yet however hard I try that voice whispers to me in my ear like the wind. “You are not me, darling. You are just what I think is interesting...soon you won't be so interesting and girly, do you know what will happen then? Huh, do you?” I don't have to answer...because I (if this is truly me) answer for me, “ I'll thow you away.”