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you're growing up and i'm fading away, but i just want to say that i was here.
Written from the viewpoint of an imaginary friend.
// I always knew I would disappear. //
maybe it's the ink poisoning that makes me write.
i thought they would listen if i were more careful with my words.
i thought keeping myself in would make them want to draw me out.
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