These are just things I write, okay? Sometimes they're profound insights
or funny stories and I'm really proud of them. Other times it's mindless
rhetoric that I've since completely changed my mind about and am ashamed
of. But most of the time it's just words.
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Slipping
I'm slipping further and farther out of existence. The rooms I'm in are empty. Every phone number I call is either busy or a recording. Once it managed to be both. There is no acknowledgement of my desires, my ambitions. Even the automatic doors at the eerily quiet supermarket have ceased to recognize my presence.
I'm getting scared.
When you wake up will I fade with your memory?
When you blink will I be gone?
Who are you, anyway?