This story isn't about trauma or some horrific near death experience that changed my beliefs. This is about how I lost my memory and was left to rot in a world of liars and love.
I've lived a long life, well... it seems long anyway. There are so many stories about future Dystopian worlds but they never tell you about the people in the back, in the shadows. Well, it so happens I'm one of those people. I'm not saying my life is better or more interesting but I guess it could be worse...