Unforgotten Returned
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Who was I doesn't matter. Who I am now that... That matters. I'm a loner... I don't have anyone that I can trust. I left them behind. I couldn't go back to living a normal life. Not after the things I've seen, been through and done. But I don't want the world to be like this... I may never change, but I hope this world does. If not for my sake then for the sake of those who suffered, died or bled in a world like this.
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