Onanism

You are me and I am you.
You are my imaginary alter ego.
You are in fact one of the holograms made to fill up the world of 1000 people.
Someone wrote you as an act of me.
Someone extended my mind, split it up then added some discrepancies on each half just to fool "me".
But I can see you, talk to you, touch you.
What now?
Oh, the irony.
A ton of narcissism.
And, of course, onanism.
Cool.