I imagine. I imagine everything, with you and me, in my head.
I remember. I remember everything, about you and me, in my head.
I think of you. I think of you and me, everyday.
And I am afraid. I am afraid that I’d mix reality with imagination.
What if, one day, I wake up and I don’t know, whether that really happened, or I just made it up ?
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