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"So? What are you doing here?"

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"..I'm not sure"

"If you don't know, who knows?"

"..No one?"

"Then try to remember how you got here"

My head ached and I couldn't see who was talking to me. Who was I? What was I doing here? What should I do? What should I be?

"Are you remembering something?"

"Who are you?"

"You"

"Me?"

"Yes"

The answers I got only made me feel even more confused. How could I be talking to myself? Maybe I was going mad. Or it could be some sort of prank. If it was, I swear It had gone too far.

"Try to remember"

Some glimpses and uncomplete images, sounds and feelings of another time had invaded my head, but I felt no nostalgia. It came with quite the pain.

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"Does it hurt?"

I did not answer. There was too much pain to simply answer. I was feeling like crying and throwing myself on the floor, but somehow I couldn't.

"Then give up. Stay here with me"

"I can't"

"Why?"

"I don't know"

"Then try to remember why"

After an endless moment of pain, it simply ceased. It was an abrupt end, but I felt a relief I did not feel in years. The images did not feel like a thousand photos throwed away anymore. They had meaning. The sounds, the feelings, they were connected.

"Now that you have remembered a few things. Let's start from the beginning"