It's fading. It's getting vague. Noises. Voices. A glitch in the running system. My eyes losing focus. My mind wandering off to places of nothingness. And I can't voice it out. I can't voice out that I'm afraid.
Afraid that I'm too young for this to happen. What would be left of me? A useless shell with everything but memories. What happens afterwards? I searched and searched for the missing bits. Everyday I'm losing more, gaining less. Is this what it's gonna be?
Is this what I'm going to be?
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Randomyou were six and you're never good enough. you do this wrong, you did that right -but not quite. you were six. and you're never good enough. you're thirteen and ain't smart enough. you can't pronounce faux pas properly. you cannot derive formulas...
