I Can Hear It
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I woke up to the bright sunlight. Laying on a white bed, I observed my surroundings. I didn't recognize anything I saw. As far as I could tell, I was on a hospital bed but nothing else looked familiar. In fact, I couldn't remember anything. In panic, I tried to recall anything, anything at all, about myself but every time I came across nothing. My mind was as blank as a white sheet. I was lost and alone.
Left to find her own place in the world, this young girl was alone without any memories of her past life... or lives.
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