Dreams (On Hold)

Dreams (On Hold)

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I've been seeing the same dreams over and over again. The same place, same girl who tries to say something to me. But it seems like someone preventing her to do so. I can't tell them because they'll think I am crazy. But it wasn't like I was in love of her. It seems to be like she was my mom. But it can't be, because I live with my mom she would never lie, or would she? Mark Linan has been having dreams of her real mom or not real mom. He tries to figure out who she was but no luck. When he bumped into a man saying this words "you are not human and better yet not a monster but chosen" since then he tried to understand what he meant but he was never seen. Will Mark find his true identity? Find out in Dreams.
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What did they mean? I knew who I was, didn't I? I was Rosalia Mallory, a girl left on the doorstep of our town's foster agency to find a new home. From there I went through three homes before at the age of 16 instead of having to live in the group home I secured enough money to, along with the money the foster carers were given for me, to buy an apartment building. Alongside a job bartending and waitressing I had enough money to attend college and am currently studying Religion and Mythology, Creative writing and Art. Just a normal teenage girl with a normal life. But at the same time, I'm not. Who am I? Seems like the most cliché question a teenager can ask right? Except when your missing months, if not years, of your life suddenly that seemingly simple question takes on a whole new meaning. After all, if you don't know your whole past how can you answer that for yourself?

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