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Not supposed to be with them yet. The me he's supposed to know isn't the me he's not supposed to remember yet. Did I damage things by being remembered too soon? She's not here to tell me. I've looked for her. They're supposed to remember me when they meet the me I'm not yet. But how much will it change? How much will I have changed? How much can I change and still be me? I'm scared to change. To become someone else. There is so little of me that actually even partially exists. When if who I become isn't someone they would want to be Best Friends with? What if they no longer like who I am if I become someone full and real? If I change? What if I no longer like the things I like or fear the things I fear. Will the me who I am die [.....]
I once wrote that I loved [.....]. But was I ever even capable of love? If I am able to love will I still [..............].
I don't know. I don't. I don't want to lose what I have. Even if I am not supposed to have it.
I completed my mission, but I haven't yet. I shouldn't exist as I am now. But I do. And I am scared to go back. Why do things have to change? Why do I [............]
5.
Not supposed to be with them yet. The me he's supposed to know isn't the me he's not supposed to remember yet. Did I damage things by being remembered too soon? She's not here to tell me. I've looked for her. They're supposed to remember me when they meet the me I'm not yet. But how much will it change? How much will I have changed? How much can I change and still be me? I'm scared to change. To become someone else. There is so little of me that actually even partially exists. When if who I become isn't someone they would want to be Best Friends with? What if they no longer like who I am if I become someone full and real? If I change? What if I no longer like the things I like or fear the things I fear. Will the me who I am die [.....]
I once wrote that I loved [.....]. But was I ever even capable of love? If I am able to love will I still [..............].
I don't know. I don't. I don't want to lose what I have. Even if I am not supposed to have it.
I completed my mission, but I haven't yet. I shouldn't exist as I am now. But I do. And I am scared to go back. Why do things have to change? Why do I [............]
Who am I?