I used to lie a lot in the past. Maybe I was a pathological liar. Perhaps this is the reason why I lost touch with reality. Maybe that's why I'm chasing the girl. Maybe she is living the lie that I tell myself. It's not possible not to lie to myself. Human life is just a spiderweb of illusions that we live inside. Maybe I should just go with that. I cannot be sure about anything. Everything seems to be just a product of mistakes. These mistakes were not made by humans alone; they were part of the game of nature. The story was already written before the first human stood on this planet. The illusion was created in that moment. This reality created alternative fake realities. If I want to find myself again, I have to find the girl. I need to visit the dark room again. Maybe the start is actually the solution.

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