I have to believe in a world outside my own mind.
I have to believe that my actions still have meaning,
even if I can't remember them.
I have to believe that when my eyes are closed,
the world's still there.
Do I believe the world's still there?
Is it still out there?... Yeah.
We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are.
I'm no different.
Now where was I?
(Memento)
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