The Visit
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Complete Mon, Sep 16, 2019<5 mins
Is it only a dream when you remember that you have to wake up?
Have you ever wondered what it's like to be a ghost to yourself?
Not that you've gone up and died and now you're reliving old memories, 'watching your life flash before your eyes', nothing like that at all.
Those times when you're standing there on the outside watching yourself do things in a dream, and you know it's you...except...this isn't a dream- this is all very real.
How can you be watching something happen to you when you're standing right here? That can't be you over there- it's not possible?
Sometimes relief from reality comes with the price of facing your demons who walk among you, even if it's yourself.
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