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Written on: Wednesday, June 24, 2009
I will not question. I will reveal all there is to you, against your will or not.Time: 12:04 AM I am not real; the Fawaz you know is not a person, not a singularity. There is no I, neither is there a we. Fawaz is a collection of ideas, an amalgamation of your perceptions. Each one of you sees me differently; one of you thinks I'm a quiet person, another thinks I'm real funny, and someone else thinks I'm a liar. Every one of them is right; the interesting part is that although the image of me is scattered and not whole, the different fragments are linked by some similarities. That gives some of you the illusion that I am real, that you're talking about the same person. You are, in fact, comparing two incidental similar traits of two completely different entities. The truth of it all is, I don't exist. All these ideas associated with 'Fawaz', all these thoughts about 'me', all belong to someone, or something else. They just somehow fell under the common umbrella of my name, and everyone contributed to the building of this nonexistent body, me. Do you know me? Yes, you do. Because I am what I am to you. And I hope you aren't too attached to that idea, because it wasn't meant to last. One day that idea will cease to exist and you'll never find me. You will know that there was once this person, you vaguely remember a name, but you can't trace anything else from it. Its an empty, formless frame. I don't exist. This post you're reading here? Doesn't belong to me; who knows who it belongs to? Your impression that it is me writing, has caused it to be your reality. A stranger reading these words will see someone else hitting away on its keyboard. They will not see Fawaz, they will see what I truly am: an outline of a person, who never existed, who may never exist. Ok no I kid. Everything up there is bullcrap. You wanna know the TRUTH truth? Well here is it: YOU'RE ALL not real. You're figments of my imagination, all of you. I just went to great length to complete you as an idea, to give you false sentience. The thoughts you have, the past you think you live, I constructed. But here's the tricky part: I didn't create you from nothing, I based you on people I really know. That makes you a copy of someone real, the real you. The real you-s exist here, with me, in our world, while all YOU other imagination pieces exist in, uh, my imagination. There is no way for you to crossover, you will end when I stop thinking. OK NO THAT TOO WAS A LIE. EVERYTHING ABOVE THIS LINE WAS A LIE. IT WAS ALL MADE UP, NONE OF IT IS TRUE! PLEASE! YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME! GIVE ME ONE MORE CHANCE! I PROMISE I WON'T LIE AGAIN! Alright, now the TRUTH TRUTH truth: I'mstillalittlesoretirednotexactlyhungry Haven'tstudiedenoughwannastudymorebutitsucks BUTIknowIshouldImustIcanIalreadyhave(haha styyyle)soIwill. I wish I knew what to do ...which coincidentally rhymes with woohoo |
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