When you wake up one morning and don't remember who you are, what then?
It would have been such a beautiful morning...
...if not for the persistent question in her head that she couldn't answer, 'Who am I?'
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When you wake up one morning and don't remember who you are, what then?
It would have been such a beautiful morning...
...if not for the persistent question in her head that she couldn't answer, 'Who am I?'