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The Search

I have to find her, I need too. If I don’t, I’ll be alone forever. She doesn’t even exist though, it’s like a wild goose chase. But, it was one of the only dreams I’ve remembered in a long time. That leads to evidence of her existence. God, I’m a fool for even thinking things like this, no wonder I’m alone, Im fucking insane and muttering to myself about some bird woman I met in a dream. I should just sleep forever, I can’t even dream right. If I sleep and see her again, will that make my life better, or worse? It could mean that she exists, but it could also be my subconscious wanting what I’ll never have. I could just be wasting time and brainpower trying to figure this out, when I could just go and exist, pointlessly. Why am I still talking to myself? Damn it, ive gone insane because of this woman. I might as well continue the search, if I’ve already lost it. Yay.

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