I am the disappearing line.
Every dream that expires takes a part of me that I can't get back. Every shattered hope, every unfulfilled wish, every unattempted endeavor bleeds me.
There is no cure for what I have. The doctor tells me living is a terminal disease. Every experience takes some of my life, some energy, some perspective, some innocence until one day there is nothing left but the box.
They put the box in the ground, but I am not in the box. I am the disappearing line. I was already long gone.
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