Parts missing

Some pages missing. Events were blurred. There were absences. I was beginning to write my story. I can't remember the details. What kind of a life story is this?

"Let me be a part of you," the murmurings started to tell. I was beginning to rebel. Is this happening? Is this really happening on me.

I have written these pages in my life story some time ago. And I am about to reveal it.