Misfit. I feel like a misfit to reality, to this new dimension, I am living now in. I ask myself why and feign not to understand, yet I know the answer. Yes, I know it but I pretend not to know. It is a harsh thing to say to myself, I know, but, regrettably, it is true and my ego must accept it. I must accept and understand that all my life I have been following the wrong indicator for the direction I need to go, and I am unable to get out of it. I go disguised (larvatus prodeo). I disguised myself all my life to follow the wrong impulse. And for all my life I disguised myself to please the others. My family, my friends, my colleagues, my loves, my life... And the pain was so excruciating that caused me suffering and illness. And now, when I thought I was healed, it is happening again but under a form of possession. There are moments when I am not what I am. I am my mother or my father. I catch myself in a simple gesture that is not mine, it was the gesture that my mother or fath...
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