Who am I? (Suffering from Amnesia)
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I lost everything I got, even my memory I lost it. What will I going to do? I'm suffering in amnesia. Whatever I do, it doesn't even work. I lost my patients. I realize that I found an answer.…
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My name has been forgotten, tossed away like a piece of trash. I do not talk. I do not look anyone in the eyes. My hands shake from my past and I barley sleep at night. I always hear the grunts and the groans of the men that abuse me. I see the insanity in their eyes. They see the fear in mine. I had a chance to escape. I took it but it landed me back in the same position. It seems like I will never escape.
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