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In the end, everyone forgets. There's a distant memory of me sitting in the passenger seat of a car - my mom is driving and it's nighttime. I'm very little. Outside, it's pitch black except for a few sparse city lights in the distance and the never-ending stars above. In front of us, there is only a dark road. I start crying all of a sudden. Heavy tears make me shake and it's as if there's a violent wave racking my small body from side to side, forcing me to drown. "Gigi? What's wrong?" I cry harder. She wants to know why I'm sad, of course she does. It's just making my chest hurt because I can't say it. I don't know how. Please, don't make me say it. "Sweetheart..." She rubs my arm and I look out the window, wiping away my truths. I look into that void and see it as clear as the slash of a blade. "You're going to be dead one day." In the end, everyone forgets. It's the only thing I can hold onto in this life, even if it slips through my fingers and leaves nothing behind. It's the only thing I've ever known and ever will be.
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Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 12:39 AM UTC
in the end
In the end, everyone forgets. There's a distant memory of me sitting in the passenger seat of a car - my mom is driving and it's nighttime. I'm very little. Outside, it's pitch black except for a few sparse city lights in the distance and the never-ending stars above. In front of us, there is only a dark road. I start crying all of a sudden. Heavy tears make me shake and it's as if there's a violent wave racking my small body from side to side, forcing me to drown. "Gigi? What's wrong?" I cry harder. She wants to know why I'm sad, of course she does. It's just making my chest hurt because I can't say it. I don't know how. Please, don't make me say it. "Sweetheart..." She rubs my arm and I look out the window, wiping away my truths. I look into that void and see it as clear as the slash of a blade. "You're going to be dead one day." In the end, everyone forgets. It's the only thing I can hold onto in this life, even if it slips through my fingers and leaves nothing behind. It's the only thing I've ever known and ever will be.
naxiai
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Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 12:39 AM UTC
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