5RDX

"I'm talking with someone I love very dearly." "Oh... Truly?" "Sincerely." I wish that were me, ideally. Do I know her? "You should, you know her very well." Do I? Who do you infer? "You really can't tell?" "You do know her,- you're with yourself all the time." Who's this stranger? There's no one I have in mind. There's a girl you know and the girl I know- I'm not with myself, The one you know is, as you say, a doll. I, however, live alongside a fake with my name, and forgotten whoever lived here before.