Every day is like waking up from a bad dream, and the more you thought about it the more you couldn't remember. Forgetting everything you’ve once known leaves you with an emptiness. All i get now is flashes, parts of memories. I've tried to piece together what i remember, but it's just leaves me questioning what actually happened and what i’ve made up to fill the space, or if it's all made up…
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