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She's real. She's real and she's somewhere, hoping for a miracle. I have to find her, but no one believes me.

"Your depression made an imaginary friend so you wouldn't be as lonely." Bullshit. My theripst doesn't know anything. Violet and I have known each other forever, but always refused to meet my friends or family, or even show her face in public.

"Mom? You believe me, right?"

"I cannot tell a lie. I don't know, sweetie. I wish I could believe you."  Even my own mother doesn't believe me! She always was a little, you know...

One way or another, I was going to find her.

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