the 14th year.

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Even by the fourteenth year, they hadn't returned. My memories were still gone. Each day was a frightening attack on my nerves, I was scared and I didn't know a lot of people, I was lonely and the pain grew bigger. I just wanted to see you again. I just wanted to speak with you, my friend, my love.

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