This morning I awoke in a -- "where the fuck am I?" -- kind of mindset. And in this dreary state of being, I found myself worried about people and places that never were.
Where were they?
And did they need my help?
I'm at a loss, should I worry about a dream? Should I care what is real and what is not?
For that matter, what is real?
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