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... and sit at the edge of the bed. At that moment, it feels like I'm drowning in my own thoughts.
"It's as if I've lived through those memories myself."
I narrow my eyes, staring at my fingers, trying to think. I search for a logical explanation. But there isn't one.
How did I get here?
These memories... what are they?
I need to calm down.
Taking a deep breath, I stay still for a few minutes.
I need to think. I need to analyze these memories. ...
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