I remember a life I’m told I’ve never lived. Memories that haunt me, whispering in my mind of the life and love I lost. Those final, agonising moments before I lost everything.
I remember it all. Except no one will believe me, they can’t accept what I’m saying is the truth.
But it is, I was there… wasn’t it?
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