Can't be.

You are not real.

You are a figment of my imagination.

A figment that I have created to pressure me.

To push me.

To make me actually be me.

But you are just a creation.

A creation created by me.

Only me.

But I share you with others.

I share you with others.

But you are only a figment.

A figment made only by me.

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I never thought that I would end up this way. Or did I just not think at all?

I am swimming through a pool of uncertainty.

At least I can be positive.