What if I told you... I wasn't real?
What if the person typing this story wasn't a real person?
I mean... what proof do you have that says that I'm real?
Am I real?
Or am I just a figment of your imagination?
Are you real?
Or are you just another one of my imaginary friends?
I don't know anymore.
But maybe I'm not real.
But maybe I'm real.
Maybe the real me is the fake.
And the fake me is the real me.
But then that would mean all of this was a lie, right?
This is Misaki Moon here, but right now... I'm no longer here.
Well, I am here, but not really.
YOU ARE READING
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General FictionT͐͠hey s̫ay̠ͪͬ pe̞̖ȯ̝p̟̈͞lé̼͝ ar̓͜e boȓ̉nͮ di̛͐ͮf̃f̠e̸̸̚re̬͞n͙̽̐ẗ́ͅ but͑ w͎̒͞h͓ÿ̠͔ d̶̂͜oe͇̞s it̑ feͅel l̀͜ike̲ ẃ̮̲e͚'̧͕ͣŕ̠̔e͑ all th̵̆ě̯ s̋̒̓aṃ̌e?͖͎̋ U̴ͩs̚,͔̌ b̖̌r͎a͖ìnw̴̃͆as͍͛͟h̘ͯe_̟͐d̒̿ inṫ̀o th̥͕́e̯̱̔ s͈͊͢am̙̍é̜͊ sy̩s͖̖͋t͒e̼ͥͬm th͜e̝͇...
