Shattering the Illusion

All this time, I talked to you as if you were a part of me.

Yet if there was no me, how can there be a you?

If every word and thought was a manifestation of my own mind

Do you as I know you, really exist?

Were there really agony and ecstasy?

Or were they products of my fertile imagination

A fantasy I perpetuated for countless months

Until the illusion of self finally shattered….

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