Remember her (On Hold)
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Ongoing5m
Last published Sun, Mar 18, 2018
"Who is she?", I asked pointing to the sketch he held.
"Did you knock your head? Remember her"
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Did I remember getting myself in trouble? No I don't cause I already did before forgetting everything. Suffering from Amnesia is was hard for me. Especially when I had lost the other half of me.
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