I've always thought that I don't have a good concept of time, but I think that is an understatement. As time goes on I seem to loose grips on it even more so. I've become lost since I've gotten here, I'm not sure who I am anymore or why I'm here.
All I have is myself and a mirror, and the
changes that my body seems to be making of my appearance.
Each
physical change that happens brings a psychological one as well. Parts
of who I was being erased inside and out, makes me wish I had someone to
ask. My memories have subtracted to minimal amounts, and I know I won't
have them much longer.
"My name is Neah Michaels." I continued to repeat over and over again like a broken record.
Hopefully
that being something I won't forget out of all of this. A pain rides
through me as the artwork on my body begins to fade all over. A burning
sensation is left where they once were. The green color is slowly fading
into an ocean of an ash blonde color mixed with red.
If only everything were clear enough to understand.
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