I fear that I will suddenly lose sense of who I am and where I've come from. My memories will no longer be accessible and the people who I once shared my deepest sorrows with will feel like strangers. I'll push people away that I love dearly because I can't remember. I won't remember all of my hard work I've put into building a fruitful life for myself or the woman with whom I share myself with. None of it will be there. And the scariest part is I won't even know.
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Slowly Fading
Poetry*Collection of poems, fears, letters, short stories* Don't ask me why I want to die, I don't even know myself Copyrights to Readingwithunicorns ©️
