It's funny how you can be so nice to someone and then they turn on you and completely forget that you're even there, I think that in the end you just end up not being visible at all, so you try to remember the things that made you visible before the fall. In the end you go from feeling something to feeling noting and clawing yourself to feel again, even if it's just a little pain. These are the silent tears that mark me, the ones that define me. A change in me that unfolded, changing into me only the vessel of a hollow shadow, invisible to the world and even myself.
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