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Tyler Joseph.

|-/ last therapy session |-/

"Do you like reading books?" Dr. Urie asked

"Yes" I answered

"Do you like writing? Any kind" he asked again

"Yes, mostly poems" I answered

"And you know how you visualize little scenarios while writing it?"

"Yeah"

Dr. Urie stretched his arms on the table, interlocking his fingers and looking at me. "Well, I want you to turn your feelings into a person. Fictionalize it. And let's see what its come out will be."

"Okay" I said, "Thank you"

{...}

"Here's my calling card—" Dr. Urie hands a small card to me "—and you call me if anything happens"

"Sure" was all I said and then I left his office.

On my way out of the hospital, I was secretly hoping on bumping in Josh since he's the only person I've casually talked to lately. But it didn't happen.

Reality is different from fantasy.

|-/

It's four o' clock in the morning.

What have I done?

"Fictionalize it."

He's not real. He's not real. He's not real. He's not real. He's not real. He's not real. He's not real. He's not real. He's not real. He's not real. He's not real. He's not real. He's not real. He's not real. He's not real.

Blurryface is not real, Tyler.

You made him up. He's fiction. He's not you. Nobody wants you dead.

.:.:;-/.:!'."/;-',"/!-,'/"-!-./-:.-/..//_|][|!__,!'?\:/::::;..;/_.::-.,/.:.:;-/.:!'."/;-',"/!-,'/"-!-./-:.-/..//_|][|!__,!'?\:/::::;..;/_.::-.,/.:.:;-/.:!'."/;-',"/!-,'/"-!-./-:.-/..//_|][|!__,!'?\:/::::;..;/_.::-.,/i want you dead.:.:;-/.:!'."/;-',"/!-,'/"-!-./-:.-/..//_|][|!__,!'\:/::::;..;.::-.,/.:.:;-/.:!'."/;-',"/!-,'/"-!-./-:.-/..//_| [__,!'\:/::::;..;_.::-.,/.:.:;-/.:!'."/;-',"/!-,'/"-!-./-:.-/..//_|][|!__,!'?\:/::::;..;/_.::-.

oh god.

|-/

WHENEVER THERE'S THINGS LIKE .:.:;-/.:!'."/;-',"/!-,'/"-!-./-:.-/..//_|][|!__,!'?\:/::::;..;/_.::-.,/ THAT, IT MEANS IT'S BLURRYFACE.

K BYE ILY GUYS

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