I have been afraid of this for a long time.

It is an intractable and uncomfortable disease.

I'm trying to do something about it.

I was finally able to move some rusty pieces.

Today is the day to forget about it.

Even though I got rid of it, these feelings only increase.

I see a unique part of me disappearing.

I am afraid, I am restless, I need it.

I have to hurry, time is limited.

I can't lose something so important.

IT'S ALL GOING TO BE LOST!

I can't do anything, it's slipping through my fingers.

I am not capable.

I give up.

I must forget it, this is more important.

I am afraid.

But I have to wait, and watch it all fade away.

Seen from a distance it was terminal.

Today I feel better, I try to convince myself.

But how much time do I have left?

By Rotten_ttc