Prolog

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A petite brown haired boy woke up in an empty small room. No doors, no windows, just him alone with his thoughts.
He couldn't remember anything, not even his name. There was nothing surrounding him except four white walls. The boy suddenly felt weak. His head was empty, but at the same time full of thoughts, questions to be exact. He hated this feeling.
Minutes passed. His legs lost all strength, he was begging for help.
"Am I dead?" He asked himself




"God please. End me quickly."

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⏰ Last updated: May 20, 2019 ⏰

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