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Do you remember?
Do you remember who you were? Even the smallest detail of another time, the feeling of the sun on your face as you fought? The ice cold wind as you conquered? Were you even happy? Would you be if you remembered?
We get new chances every day, it might burn inside to know who we are but aren’t anymore. It might not be able to be fixed ever. You might remain like this. This pain could seep into your next life, into your next timeline. Nothing will be perfect. You will suffer or cause others to suffer. Perhaps you will do both. This can’t be fixed, this can’t be stopped. Fate doesn’t care how you scream. Destiny will ignore your cries. Any kind of god will disregard your pleas. Will things ever get better? Who knows, simply hope that it will but be prepared to remain suffering
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