It is as if I forgot the sound of her voice, how her voice has always been quiet and soft. You can hear the awkwardness at times, and at times you can hear the sassy tone. It seems that I forgot how high her voice gets when she gets excited and anxious, that cheery lets-go-I-wanna-go-now voice. It seems that way, I only remembered her face, only remembered her actions, her body. But I forgot the small things that makes her, well her. Like that quirkiness you hear when she's happy.
I hope you don't mind, that shes fading into you, you who are the epitome and collection of desires. Just like the rest who faded into you, who faded before you. Her voice is yours my goddess. Please accept this...
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I've been writing in this since I was thirteen in 2007. I still am writing in it, and it will probably be my legacy till the day I die. (Don't start reading from the beginning as my writing was atrocious then.)
The road of redemption is a long one, but I think I'm doing great so far.
Thank you.
Thank you.