I'm Sorry, I Can't Recognize You.
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Last published Wed, Apr 18, 2012
The day those robbers broke in, they stole my life.My memory is gone. My parents are missing.My life has become a strategy game. Make the right move, and I stay alive for another day. Not like I even care to live now. I don't even know how my own reflection looks. Make the right move and I stay breathing, not living but breathing, for another day...
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