Prisoners
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Mon, Apr 17, 2017
"Bits and pieces of my memory are coming back, the effects from the drugs are starting to wear off and I'm starting to remember.
I don't understand what I'm here for or where exactly I am for that matter, I just know it's not for a good purpose"
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