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"This World is real though, and these people… they're real," he thought. "I can feel their souls, they're real too…"
Frank felt strange, at the same time as he doubted the world, he was reassured it existed.
Whatever was happening, he was torn between two thoughts.
Wanting to embrace this world and live it as he wanted.
Or wanting to find the truth.
But Frank had never been someone that hasn't doubted himself.
Not at all, through his life, he had always been hesitant, committed mistakes, cried, and had done a lot of terrible things.
Most of the time, due to his inexperience's, being thrown into terrible situations, and more.
In a way, it was as if there were two Franks within him, but they were also merged into one with two halves.
One was the Frank of this world.
The other was one still remembering things, but that was the Frank of his "dreams".
