Sometimes

Sometimes

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Sometimes I know who I am. Sometimes I know where I came from, or who my parents where. Sometimes I dont. Sometimes all I can remember is the terror, or the feeling of cold hands restraining my limbs as I writhed in pain. Always, I remember the pain. Always, I feel the pain. (This is a work of fiction. This is not real.)
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