In this world, one of the most painful things is being forgotten. It will start off thinking it'll be easy, 'The memories they've lost; you have them with you, you just gotta share them, right?' trying to keep a smile at all times because that's the person they know I am. In the end, it'll only make you feel pathetic because you already know; that they're no longer the person you knew.
Trying every day to help them remember by making them act the same person as they were before; but all along, you are just trying to bring back the person you've lost.
How about the person who lost their memories?
Having no idea what kind of person they were and what kind of life they have lived, they feel things towards people they've never met; or sing songs they've never listened to. It is like they were given a second life.
A second life they never wanted.
Perhaps all this time I'm only overthinking things, 'That's not how it is, love,' they say, NO! lies! they are all lies! Do I actually even know these people? why are they helping me? Are they taking advantage of my lost memories?
I'm overthinking again, I always had thoughts that ruin the way I see people.
I took a deep breath and tried to stay calm as much as I could, panicking might make my condition worse, or maybe...
just maybe...
everything should be left forgotten...
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𝓛𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓟𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼
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