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Now I finally think I got it. What my worst nightmares have told me.

It isn't like dying for real. But those have made me see... It has been kindofa shock therapy created by my own mind. Just to make me realize that as my father died. My image died too.

I followed him as much as I could, I wanted to live up to him, make him proud. Since he decided to suicide. All my goals died. I wanted to live the way he pointed me. But since he died. No way he can point me a way again.

All what he taught, all what he believed in, I believed in. Everything to zero.

All those nightmares, all this suffering just to realize the old me. Literally died. The old me, doesn't exist anymore.