talk to me.

go away

you know we have to have this conversation.

i just want to wake up

you know what you did before you fell asleep.

i hope you feel what i feel

when you wake up youll feel sick, horrible, no fleeting feelings from the limbo of last night.

whats your point

youll destroy yourself just so you dont have to talk?

i dont want to talk

youre afraid of what comes after.

youre not even real

im just as real as you.

youre a dream

ive influenced your decisions. ive spoken for you. whos to say im not you, and youre not me?

stop talking

nobody knows the real you. nobody understands you.

stop

but i do.

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i know what it's like. to live your life feeling like everyone around you is connected by some force, a web of relativity.

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and that you slip through this web, leaving you untethered from everyone else.

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to feel something is "wrong" with you, and that you need to adapt, otherwise youll never imitate being caught in that web.

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your paranoia, about always having some hidden motive, that your "virtuous" acts will never be seen as viruous.

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or maybe that they'll be seen as some feeble attempt to get what you want, that you aren't doing this out of the kindness of your heart, and that this paranoia, this fear is proof of that.

you dont know anything

am i wrong?

yes

maybe so, maybe im just a beetle you dream about, maybe it's you who decides its a good idea to take action.

its dangerous

its living.

the last time i did that my dad got mad at me

its not like you got hurt or anything. you got everything you wanted, and more.

what if i went to the wrong place at the wrong time

you don't. you thought it was a bad idea to sneak out while it was foggy and dark, so you waited until it cleared up, and it was brighter.

it still wasnt right

you only got in trouble because he knew you were gone, imagine if nobody knew, imagine if you did it at home too.

nobody does know nobody cares enough to know

exactly, you're changing yourself for nobody.

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do you remember how you felt? how strong you felt?

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how normal you felt? like you could talk to someone?

yes

dont you wanna feel strong again?

yes

i'm the type to keep it pushing. you wouldn't be here if i wasn't.

im the type to keep it pushing

i designate you, my tower.

and you my chariot