"I'm not really here

And soon you won't be either.

It happens to all of us,

So get ready!

You're not beautiful,

You're just strong.

What are you even doing with your life?

Moving forward or

perfecting every step in between? 

The second one isn't getting you very far is it?"


He fades away as we walks out my bedroom door. I'm frozen.

All I see is black. Then there's an angry voice screaming random words in my ear.

My arms start to tingle, and I can't move them. I struggle to open my eyes because they already feel open, but I can't see ANYTHING.

Finally, I dart my eyes open and shake the feeling back into my arms. My room is lit with the sunlight coming in from the window behind me.


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