The thing about amnesia is events in one's minds are out of order. I can sometimes recall bits and pieces, but I don't know if they were real or confabulations. I would hope the bits and pieces that I can remember were genuine, because they are so overwhelmingly powerful.
I feel like you were building a place for yourself in my sub-conscious the way an architect builds a house. It feels exactly like the madness that consumed Mal, though.
I need reminders of what's real. If anyone out there ever loved me at all, I need your support because I am losing my mind here. I've been under too long and have forgotten what is real.
Inception Part Deaux
3:54 a.m. - 2021-08-13
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