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The Forgotten

GamingIsDreaming

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reads 36
Stemmen 6
Delen 2
Tijd <5 mins

GamingIsDreaming

division fiction forgotten society utopia

There are three groups of people in the world. The Important, The Casual, and The Forgotten
I am a forgotten. I exist only when I am needed. To all, I am nothing. I do not matter. I'm a book for many to write in.
But I am different. I refuse to blend in with the crowd. I refuse to let my voice be unheard. I refuse to listen to people's problems all day, and not utter a word about my own. I refuse to be forgotten.Alle rechten voorbehouden

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