Deleted member 3177
Life just isn't hard enough
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My personality is like a faded mirage. Whatever bit of uniqueness that I had has been washed over. Whichever emotions overpowered my original personality are like watered ink running down on a blank slate, wiping away any semblance of self that I once had. I am less human every time. I become less myself with every new iteration, every new persona. I become devoid of substance, like a constant lobotomy. I will never cause a deep impression; any interaction with me will be forgotten in due time. I will be a backup memory, a foggy remembrance, a "Did that ever happen?" moment. I am regressing towards non existence. In essence, I am dead alive, and deader I will become, like a pale corpse squatting flies on the floor, shriveled, like a saggy bag of testicles, rotting over the mats, only the pale light of the lightbulb above flashing over my dead body.
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