Forgetting Existence
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Last published Sat, Jun 14, 2025
The idea of holding onto relationships can be elaborated through the fear of being alone. It's not a usual occurrence to find humans so willing to sacrifice their own emotions and comfort in order to satisfy the rest. Although obvious once said, there is, or may not be, ulterior motives to every move a person makes. A story that comes from one being who is slowly losing the ability to connect their neurons and hold onto memories: a seventeen year old girl who just wishes to live.
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