My Greatest Fear

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Princess-Kay

Published: Nov 8, 2010

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My greatest fear,
Is not to die
But to disappear.

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Erm... Yeah. That's all.

Night. (I keep thinking someone else must have said that, but I looked it up online as a quote and found nothing...)

PS: This is mostly because... well... we're online.

Throughout history people have been afraid of disappearing, but online... it's a sad thought knowing, in some cases, that if one of your friends disappeared from online, or if you disappeared... nobody in their lives would even know you existed.

You'd just... disappear. It's a bit depressing to think about...

My big sis,