The man speaks but it just makes him weaker weaker. trying to get better trying to get well, trying to get up but he fell. He thinks he's hated he thinks he's loved, all inside a glass bottle his emotions are kept. look upon yourself deep inside yourself a God shaped box stands in the middle of the room, where you keep all your lies buried within. His dreamworld is way to real... Don't talk to him you can't relate to him, your pain is just to fake get away from him. He knows who he is because he knows who he's not.
