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- Parts 3
- Time <5 mins
Ongoing, First published Sep 24, 2017
Mature
- The memorial of this weird place called adolescence I woke up trapped in a different body, with a different voice and a different mind. I walked up to the mirror and I don't recognize the person in the reflection, who am I? Suddenly I felt like crying as I could not find an answer. Who am I?All Rights Reserved
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