It's been plaguing my mind really bad lately. This fear, this worry that someday, I'm going to disappear. Cease to exist again. That only happens with my illusions, I think. I know he illusions I created as a child, to comfort me, all begged me to not let them disappear.
I laughed, back then. I used to think, just so long as there was a faint memory, you could still come back. But I realize, that's not the case. The last time I was afraid of disappearing, the real me was close to death, and illusion me walked around like she was me. Then, when I was close to waking up, I remember hearing her thoughts.
"I'm real. I can't disappear. It can't happen. This is me. This is real. I don't want to disappear."
Am I... Just someone's illusion?
No. You're not an illusion.
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