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im….real? my existence has… impacts? i touch things and they move, i breath in and out and the air buzzes around me? the sun rests on my skin…. grass is crushed under my toes… people see me and have an idea of who i am… my name is on papers….? im sorry this is… this is too much….
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“How could she feel nostalgia when he was right in front of her? How can you suffer from the absence of a person who is present?”— Milan Kundera
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