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Friday, December 1, 2006

Fading.

She was fading. She knew this very well. It was getting harder and harder to remember what she had for dinner yesterday, much less who had visited last.
And it was getting worse and worse. The weakness was all prevaling now. Even lifting a large book was getting strenous.
It was hard. She could see the pain on her catetaker's faces watching her make her vague way through the day. They had loved the vibrant, split selves that she used to be. She knew it hurt them to see her fade like this. But she couldn't help it.
The mirror was refuzing. She would take it off the shelf many times a day and run her fingers over the shrinking cracks. Her personalities were getting closer and closer together too. The two occurences weren't unconnected, of course. She just couldn't summon the brain power to analize that.
She couldn't bring herself to do the things she once loved to do. She stood in front of the pristine whiteboars, markers in her hand, zoning out. The words of Hamlet, which once upon a time she never got tired of reading, blurred in front of her eyes. She even found herself falling alseap in front of the TV when watching a show she once loved.
She was slipping away. She couldn't help it. She just wished there was another way
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