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Tear drops evident on her tan, sun-kiss'd face; she runs through the thick brush of the forest. She runs away from her past, away from her memories and away from her best friends.

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Flashback of her past  haunt her when she sleeps. Living a new life, she doesn't have the knowledge of forgetting, nor will she ever. Although she puts up a facade of amnesia, she remembers all the happiness she had- that now makes her sob silently- the sadness and heartbreak she endured being forced to leave for the unequivocal destiny of the incredible downfall of her friends. She had to leave to protect them; now all she has to do- all she wants to do- is forget, but that. Is- and always will be. Impossible. 

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