Gradually, then suddenly it was over. The delusions, the heartbreak, the endless searching for answers and desperate want to re-do it all. I doubted anyone would see the ghost of my former self walk from ground zero, straight out of my chest cavity, but will they notice the demon embodying character traits- manifested by naive delusions- is dead?
I thought I knew who I was, once. It seems as though the more I question it, the less I understand. Baptize my mind. Free me of memories, fantasies, and this personality I don’t want anything to do with anymore. Tell me I created this, so I can destroy it too. Have I created this? Who the fuck am I?
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