It's difficult to tell whether I am awake or asleep or alive or dead these days. I have to press my hand against my cheek to confirm that I am even real. I outline the contour of my features so I know I exist. Are my eyes open? Even my memories have begun to deceive me. There are so many worlds existing without my presence. I feel like the universal bystander. I am in limbo. I am waiting for something, but its been so long I've forgotten what.
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