Fading Into Nothingness
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"The sad feeling of fading away and not mattering to anyone."
What would you do if you hated yourself? What would you do if your mother did not want to see your face? How would you feel if you killed the person who loved you the most? What would you do if no one cared? Would you ever show anyone your pain?
Would you vanish or would you keep living like the emotionless meatsuit you are?
My name is Drake Evans and this is the story of how I started Fading into Nothingness.
A prequel of Faded Away.
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