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Are you scared? I am.

It's just like any other change though.
Thinking it'll go away...or fade like a dream does a couple hours after you wake up. Like, if I don't pack then it'll all magically disappear.

They're dropping like flies, though. I swear. Look around, most of them are gone. History. As if you never existed in the first place. Don't I matter? Probably not. Not to them.

I'm equivalent to the apple core, the banana peel, the pit of the peach, the wrapper to your cream-filled hostess snack-cake.

And meanwhile it doesn't hurt. It's a delayed reaction to a smack in the face. Only far, far, far, after the attack does it finally sink in. And by then you're helpless. I should know.
Not helpless, more like....you just realize that it's not worth it.

Overall I'm happy, though.

Strange.

So why does the world turn......