There's not much life left in me. I can feel it in my bones. I can hear it in my lungs. I can see it in my reflection. I mean, it's not like there was ever anything there in the first place. From as far back as I can remember... I was average. A completely typical child. I always got Bs and Cs, never As or Fs. I never did anything amazing, nor did I ever do anything horrible. I never did anything at all worth remembering. After I went through school, I went to an average collage and got an average job, after which I married an average woman and we had average kids. Looking back on it all, I honestly think that there was nowhere for me to go. No matter what I did, I would have ended up here, looking in the mirror, reminiscing about the shadow that I have become. I smile, for some strange reason, the inevitability of this situation comforts me. I was born, I have lived, and I will die, all without leaving a trace on this world. I'm just another tiny human, on another tiny country, on another tiny planet. I laugh dryly as I realize that honestly, I don't matter at all.8964 copyright protection733ＰＥＮＡＮＡ64XQblSgW3 維尼

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