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For I Am..

Just a figment of your imagination. There is nothing like me around, and there shouldn't be. I don't exist to you, nor have I ever. If you think you remember me, you may look, but a ghost will you find? No. A fake? No. Like the wind, I will have vanished. There shall be no trace of me anywhere in your forever loving memory. For I am not real.

Strikerfreeze Strikerfreeze 18-21, M 10 Responses Feb 27, 2010

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I think you have the notion a little skewed.. All matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves. Therefore, there is most certainly something just like you.. We are all essentially reflections of one another.. We are more similar than you care to believe. I hope this helps. :D

While that's true. In the theory that we're all on our deathbeds thinking back on our lives, could it be that we're only considering the possibility of other people just to make ourselves feel more secure about being truly alone? In such a matter, things we perceive to be unreal would in fact be real in the instance that nothing is real in and of itself. As long a 'nothing' is grouped with 'everything', doesn't that make it 'something'? In reference to me, in my nostalgic daydream, I see myself as unreal in the midst of other beings unreal. Thus, making me real. Too bad I didn't think about it when I wrote the story nearly 3 years ago. :P

That was Bill Hicks. Good day to you.

With that I do agree. :D

Mother said never to speak to strangers - you're stange. Stranger than most. =P

Aww... :'(

I don't know you. =/

I know I know! ^~^ Strikerfreeze! YES!

Who are you? *thinks*

Were you? Am I not genuine?

That was quick! ^~^ Of course I do, silly. I felt in the poetic mood. How was it? Short for sure. :/

umm. I don't believe you. I think you do exist.