No, you're not you. They are.
Don't you realize, you don't really exist? You are a dream, their dream, a dream to necome something stronger, something bigger, something better. They can live alone, but they have chosen not to be alone, for a greater good. They sacrificed everything they had, just to reach their dream.
But what they dreamt is a real crap; nothing strong, nothing great, yet it enslaved them, tortured them in its effort to become real, but it always fails, until they are tired living with it, and died with it.
You are the dream; you tortured them.
Understand them, free them.
Help them, raise them as your masters.
You'll be free, 'cause they dream no more.
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