Fade off.

Ritteled with pain. An abominations distain. Vultures that devour anticipated grace. Foreseeable destiny. Valuable destined seams. Stitched to a piece of my heart, of which none have ever seen. Grown to be what holds my head up. Torn from which undeniably was a family made up. Made up of stories, obtained then lost; now only memories fade from. Souls to which will never again meet almost like a fairy-tale ive made up. Will they remember who I was, or will my memory fade off?