Forgot
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Last published Fri, Apr 25, 2014
I looked around five boys staring at me. Four white walls enclosing in on me. Three questions I need answers to.
What happened?
What am I doing here?
Who am I?
Two types of looks I show, worry and confuse-meant. One answer I give.
I Forgot.
And this is the the story on how I remember.
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