Forgetful

Forgetful

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It hurts to know that you'll never remember all that I did for you. ________________ Why is it so easy for the ones you love to forget you so easily. When you did everything for them, I took her in when she asked for it, I cared for her when she needed it, I loved her when she desired it. She does not remember the long days I slaved for her to have a roof over her and food in her stomach or the countless nights I studied to find a medicine for her when she got sick or the day when our beautiful child was brought into this world. She doesn't remember my kisses. She doesn't remember our baby's laughter. She doesn't Remember Me. _______________ I'd just like to note that this story has nothing in relation to my other one 'The Cage He Built' Started:15/4/17
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The First

I was the first. I arrived in the Glade, and there was nothing and... no one. I remembered nothing about who I was, who my parents were, what happened. A few days I remembered my name, and that's it. That's all that ever came back. There were four walls surrounding me with only one exit. I wanted to go through, so I did, in hopes of finding my way out. What I found lurking on the other side was not an exit but something much worse. I found my way back, and I spent the next month fending for myself. Food, water, a temporary shelter. After a month, someone else arrived, and this person arrived with supplies. Every month a new person was sent up. Every arrival was the same as mine. They couldn't remember anything. I was the first one here, and that means that I call the shots, I make the rules, and I run the place.

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