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This is going to be the account of how I begin to fade away, piece by piece, until one day there will be nothing left of me. I will be just a memory.
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He’s growing up. They always grow up. And as they grow, their imagination starts to decrease slowly. It’s a good thing, everyone has to grow up… but it isn’t very good for things like me. Because I’m made from his imagination, and as his imagination begins to fade so will I, until one day there’s nothing left.
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It’s begun. I’m fading away. It’s hardly noticeable at the moment, but it won’t be long before I’m just a ghost from his childhood. I wonder if he’ll remember me. They usually do, although not as much as we’d like. They’ll remember we existed, a few things we did, but they won’t remember it all. And that’s okay.
7
I had assumed it would hurt… the fading. After all, I’m practically being ripped from existence. But it’s completely painless. A bit uncomfortable of course, but that’s to be expected.
6
I can still remember when he created me. I wasn’t perfect, we never are, but I was perfect for him and that’s what mattered. After all, I was only there because of him. I was born from his imagination, the imagination of a child is such a wonderful thing. It has to be, for that is what children do, they imagine. They can create an entire world of their own with only a cardboard box. They can be an astronaut, a pirate, anything you can think of they can be.
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I’m over half gone as I write this. He asked me today why I seemed different. I told him that I would be leaving soon. He asked me why and I simply answered him with a smile, “Because you are growing up. You will not need me anymore.” He argued against this, saying he did need me and that he didn’t to grow up. I told him that it was inevitable and that he would be just fine without me.
4
He’s finally accepted that I will not be with him forever. He’s trying to make the most of the time we have left. I will miss this.
3
I hope I was a good friend. I think I did a good job. He never complained. He’ll be a wonderful person, I just know he will.
2
I had a good life, I did what I could. I was his friend, his playmate, and his own creation. I did everything I could with the time I had. And now it’s almost time for me to go.
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It’s getting close. I can feel it. I’m almost gone. It won’t be long now. I only have a few minutes at the most. When he wakes from his sleep I will no longer be here. And that is okay, for I met my purpose. I did my job. We all fade… in the end. It is a part of life.
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Goodb…