Ahh sorry. Real life. I'm not saying that your memories aren't your real life but it's more like I guess you gotta deal with what your memories mean...and then you've got your usual issues for living, if that makes sense.
It could be but you won't know until you get your own memories, I guess. Maybe you had some before, but you forgot them...but like I said, those memories...they don't change who you are.
It may be hard for him. Especially if you guys only met last summer.
Well some dudes like yapping their face off like me, but some dudes are just the quiet type.
I guess the best you can do is help him out and let him figure it out on his own.
Yeah...it's like glancing into another window. I can't speak for everyone but it's almost like living it for the first time in away...watching a movie with you as the actor.
It's weird, sometimes funny, sometimes incredibly painful...it's life, distilled.
I'm pretty sure it happened. I got an key to go to a place very few people here can go. No way that is made up since I can enter it here.
You said something before about it being scary. Well, it was. And nobody else bothered to tell me that ahead of time. And nobody else told me it's going to be painful, either.
I think they all know, but don't really want to talk about it.
Sometimes. Not always. I remember singing to demons, for example. I remember being happy to do it with two people who I know are my friends back then, but I still can't tell you their name.
It's great, but it hurts so much at the same time, knowing those two people might be here, but I might never see them again. It's scary because I don't know where these memories are leading me.
It's sometimes hard talking about your feelings. I'm lucky cause I have a supporting family. I know not everyone's like me.
Well I think that seeing all these crazy things happen right in front of me is pretty damn scary.
Like the rest of my life was going to be spent in padded rooms. Stuffing hundreds of pills in my mouth trying to make the voices quiet down. Or being told I have a brain tumor.
Oh great you know I never thought about the possibility of monsters living under my bed. I should be thankful I don't have a place for monsters to GET under my bed.
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That I was on it before and forgot
What does RL mean?
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RL, then. Maybe the past life thing is what causes it, I don't know.
I met him for the first time last summer.
He's not real big into talking about stuff.
Not if it's actually bothering him.
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It may be hard for him. Especially if you guys only met last summer.
Well some dudes like yapping their face off like me, but some dudes are just the quiet type.
I guess the best you can do is help him out and let him figure it out on his own.
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Remembering something that never happened?
Or it maybe did happen, or whatever?
Does it actually feel real?
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It's weird, sometimes funny, sometimes incredibly painful...it's life, distilled.
I'm pretty sure it happened. I got an key to go to a place very few people here can go. No way that is made up since I can enter it here.
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You said something before about it being scary.
Well, it was. And nobody else bothered to tell me that ahead of time.
And nobody else told me it's going to be painful, either.
I think they all know, but don't really want to talk about it.
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It's great, but it hurts so much at the same time, knowing those two people might be here, but I might never see them again. It's scary because I don't know where these memories are leading me.
It's sometimes hard talking about your feelings. I'm lucky cause I have a supporting family. I know not everyone's like me.
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Like the rest of my life was going to be spent in padded rooms.
Stuffing hundreds of pills in my mouth trying to make the voices quiet down.
Or being told I have a brain tumor.
Why were you singing to demons? Do you know?
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Shit man, I hope no one ends up like that that can see stuff from here. I'd probably try to see if we could bust em out...
Anyway, nope no idea at all. I do know our city was in peril so maybe I as doing it to save people. They demons seemed to really be into it mind you.
I think there as an evil clown involved too? I had a memory of clowns it kinda sucked to be honest...
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Unless I burned down the universe to get rid of evil clowns.
That would be fine.
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That will be a nice image to pull up if I start worrying about monsters under the bed.
You'd have those cool dog ears too.
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Cool dog ears? You mean like the filter or?
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I mean the ones you had on when it was April Fool's Day, and I was some kind of blond wolf.
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And haha sure! Maybe if I had some tools to do that. So far I only got stuff I can buy. I'll do my best!
[Coming soon, demons summoned from his mind and a guitar case that's a submachinegun. If only he knew...]
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Beat it in a staring contest. Cue victory music.