This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional. Everything is forgotten. No need to fly, no need to float. I don't wish for anything great. I just want to forget it. Things that I might not be able to forget. Because every day, I feel like I'm living in a nightmare. When I think about it, I don't need time to cry. Even though I can lift the whole world, I can't lift it out of my heart. I can't let it out. I want to be a forgotten human. I can choose to forget as I wish. Relationships, past faces, everything is blurred. No need to fly, no need to float. I don't wish for anything great. I just want to forget it. Things that I might not be able to forget. Something in my heart, I don't want to hear it. I don't want to admit that it's true. It's gone. Something in my heart, I don't want to hear it. I don't want to admit that it's true. It's gone.
