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The Fading

there is within me
the ghost of a girl
trying to claw her way out
of this body she haunts

I roam from room to room
in my mindís infected mansion
trying to find answers
to unknown questions

sometimes I sit in my bedroom for days
till my body feels as if
itís adhered to my seat
staring at static on the television screen

an incessant hum of broken voices
reminding me of when the hands started
flailing and groping
how I learned to cower into a ball

become invisible
or at least
project my soul
somewhere entirely else

I called it the fading
only now
itís so ingrained in me
I find myself walking sometimes

and suddenly I grow all staticky
my body's projection flashing
and skipping on the screen of the world
soon you can see right through me

run a hand through me
to where
I simply do not exist anymore
Written by toniscales (Lost Girl)
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