Nothing puts your own mortality into perspective but the very threat of it.
I am getting ready to forget you. It's not something that I am eager about, but I can already feel the barricades coming up, enveloping my heart in the same wall I have put up countless of times before.
I am in a conflicted spot of being thankful to be born as my mother's daughter while hating it with as much hatred a person my size can muster. I am 5'3, by the way.