No...
No, you're not.
You're a figment
of my insanity.
I made you up
so I wouldn't be lonely
and
I made you fall
in love
with me.
XXX
She dreams the prison ward,
but that is reality,
and when she rebels,
she wakes to inexplicable bruises.
It was just a dream.
And I'm sorry.
But I still love you.
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