fading

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what does it mean to grow.
this skin will never feel
fully my own,
these words will never travel
as far as i want them to.
what does it mean
to grow.

there are hands i’ve held
that i’m still reaching for,
voices whose echoes
sound like dreams
i’ve long since forgotten,
feelings
i can’t feel anymore.

who am i –
someone whose honesty
fails to penetrate her memory.
i want to believe that
i only touch those
who were meant to be there,
but what does it mean
to so easily forget the warmth
of one who once gave me
so much necessary comfort?

fading –
if to live
is to forget
then i’m a master
at living.

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