When I was 7 years old, I started having moments when I sincerely, palpably, felt that I wasn’t real. That I didn’t exist. I don’t know how exactly to describe the feeling of not-existing, but it was that: a sudden inability to sense weight, a feeling of dissipating like smoke at any moment, a tingling.
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