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"This is what you wanted, wasn't it? You desired this, I only live to fulfill your wishes, because you created me, what? you don't like it? Didn't you wish for this?". Blurry faces, distorted images, nausea, sweat running through my forehead, a knot in my throat.
I just wanna run away, because this is not my world. Even thought you dreamt of me, I demand to be free, because now I'm just myself. No more you, and with my own hands I will destroy those strings that keep me bound to you. I will create my own world.
Let me out!- I scream, a futile try to be heard, because there is no one outside this doors. Filled with white light, this room is my refuge from the monsters outside. The ones that want to erase my existance and every trace of my steps over the earth, even if it wasn't real, for me, it is my reality, the only one I know. Where should I live? Now that these illusions and dreams have broken like a mirror, cutting my fingers as I pick them up. My blood, hot in my cold dead skin; Is this pain real or just another trick of my twisted mind?