[History of memory problems. Brain like a sieve, leaking like a sprung canteen. So you lose words here. You lose pieces of yourself, bit by bit, trickled out between clasped fingers. And it's not a big deal, because it's at a slower rate than he's used to.]
[It's impossible to care when so much of your memory has been ripped apart at the seams more times than you can count. (More times than you can remember.)]
its hard to keep track is all
[Hit a wall. Gray. Barrier. Panic's the only thing that can jolt him out of the mindless, empty-eyed daze he sits in most of the time, and even that feels like it stirs at him less and less.]
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[It's impossible to care when so much of your memory has been ripped apart at the seams more times than you can count. (More times than you can remember.)]
its hard to keep track is all
[Hit a wall. Gray. Barrier. Panic's the only thing that can jolt him out of the mindless, empty-eyed daze he sits in most of the time, and even that feels like it stirs at him less and less.]