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7/10/11

Fading from existence

How does it feel? As you traverse an vitiligotic life, you feel that as your pigments get paler, so does your identity, like a word being erased, or a  program losing signal.  You have a need to fight to be seen. You row the oars vigorously. You flap your wings to make noise, to call the attention of the physical superiors whose colors are defined.   The world laughs, parties and dance, while you fade into existence.  You call out. What can they see, when you are but a mist?

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  1. i feel like i am slowly disappearing as slowly my outlines are slowly being erased. --canterbury tales

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