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I have forgotten who I am.<\/p>\n
The dark winter night of life’s trials and hardships has frozen my memory.<\/p>\n
My mind is wholly formatted; I have no recollection of the past.<\/p>\n
There is a gnawing feeling in the dim recesses of my soul.<\/p>\n
This pulsating emotion reminds me of the void within me; I have no souvenir of the “real me.”<\/p>\n
The information I need lays shrouded in deep secrecy, that I can’t get even a glimpse of it.<\/p>\n
There is a throbbing, pulsating hollow emptiness within me.<\/p>\n
This yawning chasm came into existence when “real me” was yanked and uprooted out of my heart.<\/p>\n
I am now but a husk.<\/p>\n
A robot that functions through sheer habit, and mannerisms seared into my body.<\/p>\n
The essence of me is gone.<\/p>\n
That is why I don’t know who I am any more.<\/p>\n
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\u00a0 I have forgotten who I am. The dark winter night of life’s trials and hardships has frozen my memory. My mind is wholly formatted; I have no recollection of the past. There is a gnawing feeling in the dim recesses of my soul. This pulsating emotion reminds me of the void within me; I … <\/p>\n