A mind divided against itself, torn between reality and illusion. My thoughts are not my own, drifting like echoes of a voice I don’t recognize. I exist in fragments, like a ghost haunting my own body—watching, but never fully here.
My body does not feel like mine, a stranger I inhabit but do not control. In this fragmentation, the self becomes a shifting shadow—lost, searching, unraveling.
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