At a school far from here
In a time before you and me.
I was your mystery.
I was your riddle.
Poor my lonely girl.
Sweet my perdition.
You filled me
with those confused eyes.
I was just a child.
My hands started to shake.
My heart beat faster than anything that exists.
There were butterflies inside me. Devouring me.
I wanted to throw up.
I didn’t understand what sickness this was.
I tried to draw you a few times.
None of the drawings looked like you
I was never able to draw you right.
I was never able to look at you for too long.
I was ashamed.
I was so ashamed of seeing your face in our class pictures that I erased it from all of them.
page 4
From erasing your face so much I ended up forgetting it.
Your face became, for me, an archetype.
A symbol… One increasingly simpler, forgotten, but never gone.
As if… something immemorial, something that came before me.
Who am I?
When I forgot your face — I ended up forgetting my own too.
page 5
Who am I?
Who are you?
I don’t know.
I… I thought I was you.
I devoured you in everything I could.
I wanted to assimilate you.
If I could, I would know everything about you.
Oh God, what shame.
Please forgive me.
Oh sorry, forgive me.
page 7
I will never forgive you.
This is a comic about (kinda) me, and my first love. Its also about gender dhysporia and that kinda of shit... Well, please please please, someone give me a little atention... I am a starving poor small small tooo damn small artist, and i beg you for a little atention... Well, thanks, as always, love you all and bag dag dag dag dag bag bag hojbbbnmmbbbjmbvhjj
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