I would like to start off by saying that the narrator and protagonist of our story is gender neutral. This narrative will be about the overwhelming thought of being forgotten. You are a part of this story. Don't try to remember; you can't. Don't search your year books; you won't find them. Don't forget. This story is inspired by my own mind. I always fear the day where my friends and I will be separated for college because I worry that they will forget me. I don't want to disappear. To anyone who knows me personally and reads this story: As of September twenty-one, I am struggling between two extremes. One of them, the out-going young girl you see; the other is an insecure persona, full of doubt and sorrow. Don't worry about me.
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