Reinvent myself. See if I survive. It’s been longer than a lifetime I’ve spent under the knife. I prayed for the same sad fate: quick birth, easy life, the same damned place to die. A saccharin, bittersweet oblivion to dissolve me from the inside. Every memory replaced. Every memory forgotten. Desperation. Every memory replaced with the bitter taste of reality. Trapped in the falling dream.
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