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Is this what I'm meant to be?

A lost memory, fading out of existence.

Feels like my mind has stopped retaining information,

and my body, froze atop a world of quick pace.

I do not know how anyone can do it.

For the loneliness is a wolf, and i am but a freshly birthed hare.

I wish to feel protected, prioritized.

Instead i am alone, objectified.

Mortified.

Traumatized.

The ordeals of my mind tells me it can change,

but what does that really entail?

Suicide? Hope?

Maybe one day I'll know the answer.

But the true question i ask myself late at night,

will i be alive enough to find it?

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