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If only you knew the bitterness of remembering an illusion instead of you.
If only you knew how many times I desired strength but chose weakness,
Weakness to keep you in my life as a phantom, tearing my soul apart and distorting reality.
If only you knew how I fear to let myself forget your existence, how I wake up at night terrified of a sudden thought – a thought that reaches me at the gap between two realities – that there was never such a person as you.
If only you knew the agony of not being sure whether you were real or not,
Or if you were woven from my dreams...