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A large percentage of all i've ever had and loved and used to identify myself is gone. I am a blank slate. All that remains are a few pictures, these stories and these poems, and a collection of people who didn't know Me well before now.

Someday this may be all that I can cobble together to call a memory. I don't know any other way to prove I loved anyone or anything than to write down what I don't want to forget.

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