Notice all these things i've written?
would you believe me if i told you
i've written them for no one?
Maybe i. Just me. For Myself.
That's right... everything from the start.
I've been writing for... me, me, me.
That girl doesn't exist...she's just a fantasy.
This vault is a dreamscape into another dimension
where she exists...she whom is me, but perfectly contrary.
Is this starting to make sense to you?
Because it did for me a while back.
Have you understood why it is so difficult for me to react to this?
Seeing as if she knows my weakness and hits me with it.
Do you understand no one has been able to fill the shoes
of the mystical maiden with so many names...?
Oh ...now i know she's real...
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