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My reality is mine, through my eyes…it’s my world, it is not yours, I can’t explain what I did, but Hope not to live. I can’t explain that I can speak in normal sentences and act as if I’m not not outside of my body.. but when sunset hits, I’m confused, I’m not alright, I know I’m not ok but how do I explain??? I am not a monster, I’m misunderstood. I am not a monster, I am misunderstood.