Remembering Seed #wattys2015
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Última publicación lun, jun 8, 2015
I'm a seeker .. Or I think I am. Apparently I can see the further past and present. But
Last thing I remember
is running .
The boy keeps appearing in my dreams saying my name is Seed not Amber , and that I need to flee the utopia the government put me in and remember the Seed I used to be .
But what if I cant remember Seed ?
What if I don't want
to remember .
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