Like I said, disappearances happen. Pains go phantom. Blood stops running and people, people fade away. There's more I have to say, so much more, but... I've disappeared.
The Poor, disappear. The Useless, disappear. The Unclean, disappear.
I may not have anywhere to go… but I can’t just selfishly disappear either.
I can avoid being seen if I wish, but to dissapear entirely. That is a rare gift.
— I know, it might be a tad suprising...
— No, why would i be suprised? That you disappeared after i almost die and then waitzed back in the married to a dtripper.
— Exotic dancer. But yes, i can explain.
But that's life! I suppose, you... you go along with and suddenly... «poof». «Poof». «Poof».
It's over, no longer,
I feel it growing stronger.
I'll live to die another day,
until I fade away.
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